Sarah Jezebel Deva - They Called Her Lady Tyranny lyrics

I descended from her witcherous womb From the stun she resided on that hallow moon She clawed the walls as they cut the chord To drown at first breath she was a**ured Her torturous acts from her gutless tomb Blind eyes they turned as they fled the room Submerged in guilt this wicked shrew As a thorn in her side, so the baby she threw Illness invades the vain of a lady so drenched in pain Cold is a shallow stare, with blood she draws without a care A pa**ion to scald her young, her story remains unsung It's that loving hand upon your face that keeps you in your place. Vicious little b**h, she'd have burnt as a witch, as predicted she inflicted with disastrous twist, with her malicious tale unsung, she provoked in many tongues, they called her lady tyranny Come, mother leave it be, let those demons sleep... Burn mother, let us be... for our loss you shall not reap... For what you cruelly sow... They called you lady tyranny. Relives her fears with a skin stained belt, its a feeling like you've never felt To watch her flesh and blood deflate, agony reflects gla** eyes dilate Remorse an emotion that rarely shows but anger and hate in her cheeks they glow To drown me at birth, a task never done, pray not to wake to the nightmare she spun. Vicious little b**h, she'd have burnt as a witch, as predicted she inflicted with disastrous twist, With revenge waiting at her door, beating on the child she bore, they called her lady tyranny Come, mother leave it be, let those demons sleep... Burn mother, let us be... for our loss you shall not reap... For what you cruelly sow... They call you lady tyranny. The anger biting back at you, Just a reflection of life once knew, It pains you to admit what you are, Parental wounds seep a hideous scar. Come, mother leave it be, let those demons sleep... Burn mother, let us be... for our loss you shall not reap... For what you cruelly sow... They blamed you lady tyranny.