The Art of Torture

Sorceress Queen of darkest order Soul bound to hell She used fear to control Her exploits known so well You never cross what you do not understand But still so many did If her malice should be turned on you She will make you suffer, she will make you scream No one’s sure where her power comes from No one dares to ask If her earn her favor, you’d best keep it Or she’ll make sure you burn Chance gives the power hungry favor Slaughtering the flock who try to take So many fools tried to challenge her So many fools died in pain And as so the legend goes She had devils under her control And if you ever knew what was good for you You never crossed Marie Laveau Her daughters carried on her bloodline For when the time is right She lies in wait in the other world Her goal within her sight Making the way for her cursed return To wage her evil again But she may have already come, in the skin of another The voodoo queen lives again Chance gives the power hungry favor Slaughtering the flock who try to take So many fools tried to challenge her So many fools died in pain