Blaise
Daughter of Hecate;
Praying to the moon and offering blood
She takes the lives of innocent ones.
Dipping into the black arts she turns interest into obsession
Until no boy can go against her will, there's no discretion.
Mother moon, take my blood
Let it boil into love.
Hear me scream and hear me cry
As I waist hundreds of mortal lives.
She feels no sorrow, nor any shame
For doing this is the mundane
Human's are cattle while witches are queens
There is no mingling in between.
Thea you traitor, choose a boy over me?
You've broken the law, now face destiny
Where once we were sisters, now enemies
There's no way I can save you, no way you'll be free.
With the thorn of a rose
And honey from the bees
Every boy will fall in love with me.
There's no escape
This is your fate
Due to Thea's mistake
You all will pay!
Blood, moonlight, dances, and chants
You don't get a second chance,
Hecate, goddess, mother witch
Has granted me power to use as I wish.
Fear me.