Bloody Anksha
Blow softly ill wind of omen
I smell her scent, not born of woman
The Beast's scent is on the breeze
Through darkling woods she stalks
Through halls no sane mon walks
Her glance, her scent will make you freeze
A rush of lust brings you to your knees
She never listens to your pleas
Anksha, Bloody Anksha stalks the night.
She'll take your body, soul, and blood,
leave your corpse lying in the mud.
Anksha, Bloody Anksha stalks the night.
Those slain not become her slaves
Her dominance-link the soul depraves
In madness longing for her fangs.
Children listen, adults heed well
She is pretty, but she is fell,
Anksha, Bloody Anksha stalks the night
If underneath the moonlight bright
You should glimpse her in the night,
Flee before she nears you, mon
You have not strength to fight her,
And no magic will affright her,
Anksha, Bloody Anksha stalks the night.
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