QalmeTari Misterres of Death Nat. Norville


My Name Is Qalme-Tari


My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
Were I go
People will follow.

My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
Were I go
Death follows.

My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
I bring death
Upon people of injustice.

My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
Death for people of injustice.
Tyrants beware!

My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
Dictators beware
I come for thee.

My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
Kidnapers beware
I come for thee.

My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
Child abusers beware
I come for thee.

My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
For those of injustice
I am Death.

My name is Estela
Mistress of Hope
For those of purity
I am Hope

My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
The in just
Shall flee before me.

My name is Estela
Mistress of Hope
The pure
Shall follow me.

My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
My name is Estela
Mistress of Hope
Were I go
People will flee.
Were I go
People will follow.

Critics welcome.

Submitted: Monday, March 03, 2008
Edited: Thursday, April 17, 2008

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