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The Queen’s Return
In the realms of the here and now, exists
the in-between, where demons linger
I paid a visit, without a warning, the doors opened
Hence, the swarm begun.
They welcomed their sister, baptized in the blood
of the past, the battles fought
Their grin and teeth, so familiar, the stench
Hence begun to spread.
In the lair of death and despair, the trembling
human body fell, deep in the pit, a cell
The brightest crimson hell
Hence, the blossom of the bursting hell begun,
The snakes dripping, slithering down
my throat, dry,
My soul, wavers, the swarm of the underworld,
has been released.
The queen, the crimson maiden,
bathing in blood, makes her step forward
Into the dying light, where the sun burns until it bursts,
In the land of the gods, the deceivers
Where the fabric of reality breaks, nothing is real
A world built on shattered glass,
Bursts into the rebirth of the sinister,
The depths of the insidious
A deep humming voice awakens,
welcome home,
In the Garden of Doom.
