Blood on her skin,
Dripping with sin
Do it again
Living dead girl
Blood on her skin
Dripping with sin
Do it again
Living dead girl
Rob Zombie
Chapter 7
She raised her face to the sky, her red eyes glinting with anticipation. 'Soon,' she thought. 'Soon, I will have their hearts in my hand - and I will drink of their blood.'
The power of the voice resounded through her consciousness. "Rinsereg, you will be the most powerful of my legions. You will ,be my queen."
"Yes," she breathed, her entire body thrumming in anticipation. "Give your strength to me, my Lord. Fill me with your essence."
She could feel the magic coursing through her veins and she screamed with the sheer pleasure of the dark power that flooded her senses like liquid fire.
"I will now make you the Queen of the Drows," her master promised. "Let them all bow to you, Rinsereg, you are now mine. And through you I shall work my will. I shall crush the arrogant being who destroyed my master."
She smiled. There was nothing that she wanted more than to have dominion over the members of her race. Drows were by nature, power hungry, and welcomed any chance for advancement - even at the cost of one of the life of one of their own.
She smoothed back her long, white hair and she smiled as she recalled that one of the powers granted to her, was the ability to shapeshift.
She strode now, to the entrance of the cave and raised her hands. All of the inhabitants of the Underdark ceased their activity and stared up at her. She scanned the sea of faces, with their dark skin and hair as silver white as hers. Their eyes glowed intensely red and their mouths smiled with anticipation.
She said, in a voice that was hers, and yet somehow more powerful and commanding, "Hear me! I have been granted great power. I am now your Queen. You owe me your loyalty."
One brave - and foolish - female called out. "We owe you nothing, Rinsereg. What proof do you have that you are what you claim to be?"
Rinsereg glared at her. Slowly, she walked down the intricately carved stairs at the side of the cave. The sea of bodies parted as she made her way through them. She kept moving until she came to stand in front of the Drow that had dared to oppose her.
"You question the Master?" she hissed, her voice deadly.
The Drow, whose name was Moreregwen, simply stared at Rinsereg, her red eyes flashing with hatred and envy.
Rinsereg chuckled. "You fool."
In a blur, her slender hand shot out and clamped around the other female's neck. The dark Elf smiled as her opponent clawed frantically at her, trying to dislodge the object that was cutting off her air supply.
Her efforts were futile as the fingers tightened on her throat. They dug into her flesh, severing the artery and causing warm blood to gush out.
Moreregwen gave on last twitch and her body went limp. Rinsereg laughed as she dropped the body and faced the rest of the Drows.
"Now, who else has the gall to oppose me?"
There was no answer and she smiled as she straightened. "The master has granted me with many powers and it is my mission to destroy his foes. I shall be setting off in a short while on this journey and it is something that I have to do on my own. I shall return to claim my rulership however, and when I am back, the Drows will reclaim what was taken from us. We shall raze the land and rid ourselves of our pathetic cousins - those so- called 'good' Elves."
Around her, the females' voices rose in a cheer. The males stared at her in wonder. Their society was a matriarchal one, in which the females ruled and the men were little more than slaves. Therefore, Rinsereg did not believe that a gathering that consisted mainly of men could possibly hope to defeat her.
She retreated to her quarters, where she began to plot her move.
She stared into the mirror in her quarters and whispered a few magical words. Instantly, her features were transformed from the beautiful, yet obvious characteristics of a Drow, to those of a stunning wood Elf.
Her long, coppery-red hair flowed down her back and startling blue eyes gazed back at her. A satisfied smile curved over her lips. 'Let them resist THIS,' she thought happily.
She removed her usual clothes of black leather and donned the garments of brown and green that the wood Elves usually wore. She crinkled her nose slightly at the drab apparel, and then shrugged. It would do.
She left the caves through a secret entrance and headed out into the world. The bright sun hurt her eyes at first - since it was the first time that she had ever ventured out into the daylight. The bright rays were detrimental to the well being of a Drow, but the master had promised that she would not be harmed.
She began walking, following her instincts to where she knew her enemies were journeying.
Dripping with sin
Do it again
Living dead girl
Blood on her skin
Dripping with sin
Do it again
Living dead girl
Rob Zombie
Chapter 7
She raised her face to the sky, her red eyes glinting with anticipation. 'Soon,' she thought. 'Soon, I will have their hearts in my hand - and I will drink of their blood.'
The power of the voice resounded through her consciousness. "Rinsereg, you will be the most powerful of my legions. You will ,be my queen."
"Yes," she breathed, her entire body thrumming in anticipation. "Give your strength to me, my Lord. Fill me with your essence."
She could feel the magic coursing through her veins and she screamed with the sheer pleasure of the dark power that flooded her senses like liquid fire.
"I will now make you the Queen of the Drows," her master promised. "Let them all bow to you, Rinsereg, you are now mine. And through you I shall work my will. I shall crush the arrogant being who destroyed my master."
She smiled. There was nothing that she wanted more than to have dominion over the members of her race. Drows were by nature, power hungry, and welcomed any chance for advancement - even at the cost of one of the life of one of their own.
She smoothed back her long, white hair and she smiled as she recalled that one of the powers granted to her, was the ability to shapeshift.
She strode now, to the entrance of the cave and raised her hands. All of the inhabitants of the Underdark ceased their activity and stared up at her. She scanned the sea of faces, with their dark skin and hair as silver white as hers. Their eyes glowed intensely red and their mouths smiled with anticipation.
She said, in a voice that was hers, and yet somehow more powerful and commanding, "Hear me! I have been granted great power. I am now your Queen. You owe me your loyalty."
One brave - and foolish - female called out. "We owe you nothing, Rinsereg. What proof do you have that you are what you claim to be?"
Rinsereg glared at her. Slowly, she walked down the intricately carved stairs at the side of the cave. The sea of bodies parted as she made her way through them. She kept moving until she came to stand in front of the Drow that had dared to oppose her.
"You question the Master?" she hissed, her voice deadly.
The Drow, whose name was Moreregwen, simply stared at Rinsereg, her red eyes flashing with hatred and envy.
Rinsereg chuckled. "You fool."
In a blur, her slender hand shot out and clamped around the other female's neck. The dark Elf smiled as her opponent clawed frantically at her, trying to dislodge the object that was cutting off her air supply.
Her efforts were futile as the fingers tightened on her throat. They dug into her flesh, severing the artery and causing warm blood to gush out.
Moreregwen gave on last twitch and her body went limp. Rinsereg laughed as she dropped the body and faced the rest of the Drows.
"Now, who else has the gall to oppose me?"
There was no answer and she smiled as she straightened. "The master has granted me with many powers and it is my mission to destroy his foes. I shall be setting off in a short while on this journey and it is something that I have to do on my own. I shall return to claim my rulership however, and when I am back, the Drows will reclaim what was taken from us. We shall raze the land and rid ourselves of our pathetic cousins - those so- called 'good' Elves."
Around her, the females' voices rose in a cheer. The males stared at her in wonder. Their society was a matriarchal one, in which the females ruled and the men were little more than slaves. Therefore, Rinsereg did not believe that a gathering that consisted mainly of men could possibly hope to defeat her.
She retreated to her quarters, where she began to plot her move.
She stared into the mirror in her quarters and whispered a few magical words. Instantly, her features were transformed from the beautiful, yet obvious characteristics of a Drow, to those of a stunning wood Elf.
Her long, coppery-red hair flowed down her back and startling blue eyes gazed back at her. A satisfied smile curved over her lips. 'Let them resist THIS,' she thought happily.
She removed her usual clothes of black leather and donned the garments of brown and green that the wood Elves usually wore. She crinkled her nose slightly at the drab apparel, and then shrugged. It would do.
She left the caves through a secret entrance and headed out into the world. The bright sun hurt her eyes at first - since it was the first time that she had ever ventured out into the daylight. The bright rays were detrimental to the well being of a Drow, but the master had promised that she would not be harmed.
She began walking, following her instincts to where she knew her enemies were journeying.