There are bolts of lightning in her eyes
Walking through the stormy nights
With words that cut through all veins
Not a care for worldly gains
Her hair sharp as knives
On it she wears a crown
A crown that's heavier than life
She peers at all that breathes
Like a roar of thunder she speaks
With stars lying beneath her feet
A dress of fire is what she wears
Burning all that stands and stares
None can stop her rage
None can deny her truth
Not even the damned liars
or the mortal fools
She fears not a thing in the world
For she is death
And death is what fears the world