Atma, The Lightning Queen.

Deep within the darkness a demon emerges.
Flowing with the wind,
Its shadow on the moon.

A wild lightning spark,
the chill through your bones,
the devils wife.

The blackbird will fly,
the alive will die,
the queen of fear, then vanished before your eyes.

The crooked smile along its teeth,
The blood splattered on its face,
the pain when you look through its eyes.

A demon emerges.