Devil's Daughter

She’s the devil’s daughter,
Her eye’s flicker a flaming red.
Her luminescent skin,
Made of the crawling dead.

She’s the sinner’s sanctum,
A soul considered to be saved.
A heart lost within the haze,
Of a thousand memories completely depraved.

She’s the Holocaust of Hell,
Holding up the pillars of evil.
She’s the ruler of the damned,
Hell’s upheaval.