The Weaver of Shadows

The Divine Plan has reached its end.
The Dark Lord no more.
Ashes blown in the gust
Succumbed to the appetites of lust.
Lead to the abyss by the Deceptress
Strangled in the vine
Our paths, no longer entwine.
Ashes blown in the dust
Succumbed to the appetites of lust.
And so remains, our faithful protagonist.
He thought he had won!
He thought he had won!
If only he knew, it was I all along!
The weaver of shadows, now lifting the veil
It is I who prevails!
Unleashing the scheme of mass destruction
Both to be extinguished in the eruption.
Claiming my rightful place at the throne.
The Divine Plan has reached its end.
The Dark Lord no more.
I, the Deceptress, the truly divine, claim what was rightfully mine.
Claim what was rightfully mine!
The weaver of shadows now lifting the veil.
It is I who prevails!
The Serpent trampled, the pawn disposed.
The Divine Plan comes to a close.
The roaring lion, seeking whom to devour...
Feasted upon, feasted upon and swallowed by the lioness.