Elizabeth Bathory - Sadistik, Kristoff Krane

So is this the way we meet?

Our lips connect to disconnect and kiss away the grief

Your fingers look like stingers and your wings are made of teeth

As you chew through the sky and try to sing the day to sleep

Let them sing the solemn licks, venom lingers on my lips

When it’s time to sink or swim I’ll let it sink into my skin

Self defence mechanisms help the stress

Unless it’s given when I read your lips you’d better spell correct my little

vixen

Is my copper crown polished now

This is what it’s like when my top down bottom’s out

So bottoms up when I drop down to the ground

Victim of her majesty, Elizabeth Bathory