Still Unconquered
Acranius
3:19The young queen bathes Beneath the moon as he whose blood is cold approaches from the banks The river boils as he wades and she recoils From the serpents in his ranks, in his ranks They rise from where the water kisses sand Their twitching tails tangle, twist and bind To wretch her open on their lord's command To enter where his seed will be confined The frigid sweat collects along her back With pleads for help withheld beneath her fate Her eyes unfocused, gaze beyond the black And all the earth can do for her is wait Both tips of his mangled tongue Sniffed where she is soft No creature, man, nor god in protest Screamed or even coughed A soul should never face an act so cruel Coldblooded impregnation, left to die As evil thinks it free beneath the sky A child deity is growing, destined A soul should never face an act A soul should never face an act so cruel Coldblooded impregnation, left to die As evil thinks it free beneath the sky A child deity is growing A child deity is growing, destined No creature, man, nor god A soul should never face An act so cruel An act so cruel