Famine Angel

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