Ware Her Venom

'Fear rule my world still Has ruled it, shall rule it Meek is weak” Ill-boding wolfs blood Crowned in woe, death-stained Dread-gard Queen Sear the runes of wrath The rependant writhes in remorse Niflhel - Ware her venom To be taught by tongue of treason Hoping nothing knowing nothing Ware her venom Serenely cold-blooded Death embedded skin Wrapped around death-sin Words of unwise men Pierce all senses Pain, yes pounding pain Hear the screams of deceit The Half-dead sneers in delight Niflhel - Ware her venom To be taught by tongue of treason Hoping nothing knowing nothing Ware her venom