The whispers like a ghost settled in your thoughts
And wrapped your head like a divine wreath
And it follows you like a mantle
You float silently in your castle
That is always closed to mortals
You pick flowers in your garden…
The dahlias have faded
The lilies are always gorgeous
And their scent conquered the envious
You are the night goddess
Every morning you comb your long hair to tempt a couple souls
And hide them in the shadows
Your story is written in Sefer ha-Zohar
You are the bringer of death, you are the Great Mother
You create your own rules
And you unite brave and faithful souls
You’re the night ghost rest in deserts and looking for peace of you
You are the goddess of feminism
She desires the lone souls to enchanted and abide by her
She is the goddess of the occultism
The one is symbol of metamorphosis
The one is archetype of rebellious
Lilith
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Goddess of the sinisters
Majesty of hell ministers
She'll drink your stupid soul,
Thousands she does, it's her toll
Impossible rage n fury
Last deathday jury
Damnation she pays for everyone
Earth must fall before The Blackest Sun!
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Дитрих Даркер 11.02.2026 00:47 • Заявить о нарушении
Majesty of hell ministers
She'll drink your stupid soul,
Thousands she does, it's her toll
Impossible rage n fury
Last deathday jury
Damnation she pays for everyone
Earth must fall before The Blackest Sun!
Добавь перцу в тарелку!
Епт, пойдет)
😈⚡⚡
Дитрих Даркер 11.02.2026 00:47 • Заявить о нарушении