Slithering forth from smoldering remains
Re-birthed into darkness, denied the grave
A Daughter of ancient ways
Sacrificed to a god depraved
Dark rights conjure back her soul
Twisted and torn by agonizing death
Driven to destroy those that deny
The will of the timeless mother
She is the Apostle
Slaughter them all
Like plague ridden lambs
The disease of mankind
Blood will cure the land
Beauty spawned of blackest magic
A ghostly pale light in the dark
Her hands slick with dripping red
Gore of guilty men broken and dead
With inhuman grace she weaves her spells
Twisted and torn by agonizing death
Mutilated forms cry out in pain
Vengeance made manifest
She is the Apostle
Slaughter them all
Tear apart flesh and limb
Her ice cold heart
Grows dark and grim
She fades to shadow
Consumed by the below
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Slithering forth from smoldering remains
Re-birthed into darkness, denied the grave
A Daughter of ancient ways
Sacrificed to a god depraved
Dark rights conjure back her soul
Twisted and torn by agonizing death
Driven to destroy those that deny
The will of the timeless mother
She is the Apostle
Slaughter them all
Like plague ridden lambs
The disease of mankind
Blood will cure the land
Beauty spawned of blackest magic
A ghostly pale light in the dark
Her hands slick with dripping red
Gore of guilty men broken and dead
With inhuman grace she weaves her spells
Twisted and torn by agonizing death
Mutilated forms cry out in pain
Vengeance made manifest
She is the Apostle
Slaughter them all
Tear apart flesh and limb
Her ice cold heart
Grows dark and grim
She fades to shadow
Consumed by the below
Re-birthed into darkness, denied the grave
A Daughter of ancient ways
Sacrificed to a god depraved
Dark rights conjure back her soul
Twisted and torn by agonizing death
Driven to destroy those that deny
The will of the timeless mother
She is the Apostle
Slaughter them all
Like plague ridden lambs
The disease of mankind
Blood will cure the land
Beauty spawned of blackest magic
A ghostly pale light in the dark
Her hands slick with dripping red
Gore of guilty men broken and dead
With inhuman grace she weaves her spells
Twisted and torn by agonizing death
Mutilated forms cry out in pain
Vengeance made manifest
She is the Apostle
Slaughter them all
Tear apart flesh and limb
Her ice cold heart
Grows dark and grim
She fades to shadow
Consumed by the below
Writer: Thomas Green
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