Slayers of prosecutors align within the throne of transparency and deification
Mysteries were upheld within the possession of Tamara herself
She knew what she did to be the queen of the new throne
She understood the slayers within the grief of saddening pain were just a lie of dispute waiting for its explosion
The temperament was daunting as she used the abuse of the king's blood as her engagement in her decoration
Just like the never-ending river of blood
When the king was abused but got killed with the touch of witch poison when he was sitting for his final meal
Sights of alluring luscious desire
Made her bound to the temptation of new meats
That wanted to stroke and squeeze against her ever-so-perfect body
Mothers shut their eyes to the sudden depravity of the young beautiful queen
Men's desire for the touch over a century and a few were still talked about
Have you ever known the oak tree of the ordinance where the wooden sense with the mixture of rose lily was her new scent
That made the whole city crave when she walks down the towns of vigilance
Painting over her titillating desire she unraveled the reality of a man's need
Everyone wants her
The taste
The fling of her overnight conscious thoughts just portrays her as someone who is dictated by her future
And she made sure that the name of Queen Tamara would always be remembered
For that to be a tale she needed to create an empire with the potion slot of vampire and werewolf
Silent nights scared everyone
As the night falls
Hunters of ascended of the grove will hunt on the scapegoat of seeking fresh blood on youngsters
While hunters scavenge for blood
Tamara was pleased with the passion of her overriding lust and desire
The gist of passion was not her alone
But her admirers assume they had a piece of her but that was a lie over the glass of victory
It was her way of making the diplomatic moves
That made sure her kingdom stays and goes beyond the engulfing of nights
Sun surges from the north wing
Everything shall remain silent
And no tales or words to be passed
All that we call progress-the enfranchisement of man, of labor, the substitution of imprisonment for death, of fine for imprisonment, the destruction of polygamy, the establishment of the rights of conscience; in short, all that has tended to the development and civilization of man; all the results of the investigation, it may be observation, experience, and free thought; all that man has accomplished for the benefit of man since the close of the Dark Ages
Despite the gnarled history of the old testament Tamara will always rule her kingdom of truth and shatter all the glasses of the innocents of one man's deed or wants
Rolling the dice of ashes that conserved lust over the dignity of the gist desire
Tamara oh Tamara
Queens as prerequisites as you is scampered my the dark era on the classical traction