From a time an eternity ago within the catacombs of ancient lore, The blackest shadow rose from the dead, body of woman demon incarnated. Conjured through an antiquated curse, she was sent from the very depths. She came to me in the deadest of nights dancing a dance of a thousand deaths.
She soars through the night as the moon shines down bright. An angel from hell, Apathess.
Was this real or fantasy awry? Fear crippled me as I beheld her eyes. I fought to maintain my sanity then suddenly all my fears subsided. Deep within her boiling rivers flowed into a smoldering abyss. Forever lost I belong to only her playing a dirge of a thousand deaths.
She soars through the night as the moon shines down bright. An angel from hell, Apathess.
She’s part of me. She’s in my thoughts. She’s in my being. She’s in my blood.
She soars through the night as the moon shines down bright. An angel from hell, Apathess.