Many names I have known In countless ages conjured Of foreign tongues and darkened times Invoked but never pardoned Vain attempts on famished lips And shadowed whips bartered In dire dealings at the fire's hearth Vanished sons and daughters Of the mist - spectre rides Famine angel - treason bride Hunting seraphs rule the night Mounting heads of regicide Taking forms, of severed horns, written of in threes Invading kingdom, of the living Bring to its knees Augur evil, vilified, in tattered rags they see I'm the mistress of the moon, corrupted blasphemy Possessions at aix, I'm to credit Told them I was he Watched the sentence from on high Laughing on the wing I've boarded ships and brought pestilence Damning all to death Inspired servant of the insect The mare upon your breath I'm the empress of the moon, your kingdom is my fodder Lustful convents bear my mark vanished sons and daughters