Go! Avenge your justice,
Be on the rampage
I'm right beside you in the war.
My Goddess, drench the world in gasoline
I will hand you the match,
Will stand right behind you;
Witnessing the beauty you painted,
The screams of the world ablaze.
My hellcat bringing Hade along with her,
The hearths of inferno right on earth;
Hellhounds tearing every tormenter
Sinking teeth, ripping chords out of necks,
Tearing flesh and bones apart,
Howling on your commands.
I adore every version of you,
You look stunning being the goddess of war,
A reckoning herself deluging destruction,
My Queen out of shadows, my shining star.
My Flamma, my dear,
Let their names be etched in stone,
Let their blood be your scripture,
Let the world bow—before Medusa’s return.
Fight the war and I will be you haven,
Rest on my shoulder when you are tired
My beautiful avenging fierce wildcat,
Waiting for you to accept me,
To let me love you as you are.
Carve your vengeance into the sky,
I'll be the storm that thunders your name;
Let your wrath flow like molten gold,
I’ll shape it into a crown for you;
Paint the battlefield in crimson,
I'll be the wind that spreads the fire;
Unleash the tempest far,
I’ll be the lightning striking down your foes;
Breathe, My Fire, and let the world choke
On the smoke of your reign;
Turn their spines into your throne,
Their shadow your loyal subjects;
Raise your sword,
I'll carve their requiem into the earth;
A battlefield kissed by the fire’s char,
Echoes your name from near and afar.
I'm bowing in front of you, My Queen,
Worshipping like the goddess you are.

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