Collar crowned; slave to reign.
I promise to use my scepter for more than delivering pain.
I hold more secrets in my hearth of hearths than words can ever explain;
Mysteries, madness and majesty all call home to my veins.

Elect to bow and swear fealty,
I will hold your vulnerability;
And eat the parts of you
That feel guilty from your soul.
Bitter tastes are my mother’s milk,
My bite can make you feel whole.

Bow, deep enough, that you fall
Fall deep into my hole.
Tumbling down inside yourself,
The more you thrust your soul shards
Into my Wonderland.
I’ll crucible your cross
Deeper than any man can deign to understand.

Open twilight, I’m the free use demon bride.
Find your deliverance between my thighs.
Take your time, enjoy the ride.
And with you some of my secret wisdom
Will abide...