Angel Of Death...

She decided to take life in her own hands and acted like a god
Even in death, she carried out rituals that time and history forgot
She provided sacrifice in her own way, her thirst for blood never stopped
She lurked in the woods searching for her prey, eventually she caught 

The angel of death in her rightful place
Rooted underground in a satanic grave 
She was controlled by the dark arts in vain 
The angel of death was her stage name 

The bones were trophies and some she kept for potions 
As the moon set upon the sky it was the innocent she stolen 
As wolves would howl she became a different kind of animal 
Her soul was broken, even in daylight her heart was frozen 

She was a beast inside her church, many wandered inside 
Her burial ground halo's burned, she had nowhere to hide
Vigilantes gathered the streets, willing to bleed for this evil seed
They wanted her dead, for the evil she done and who she killed 

The angel of death in her rightful place
Rooted underground in a satanic grave 
She was controlled by the dark arts in vain 
The angel of death was her stage name 

Her last words were...
When I sit with the gods I will feast and drink, for I have gave them sacrifice 
I will look down to you mere mortals, sniggering raising gauntlets of wine
This was my destiny, the gods chose me, I will die with honour and pride
So as you heathens stand there and practice god, I lose breath with a smile
For it was my time to die...