Welcome to The Oubliette

Where I Will Become your Goddess...

Behold 'tis I the commander
Whose grip controls you all
Resist me not, surrender
I'll no compassion call
your very lives are held within My fingers
I snap them and you cower down in fear
you spineless things who belly down to slither
To the end of the world you follow to be near
I listen not to sympathy
Whilst ruler of this land
Withdraw your feeble aches and moans
Or suffer smite from this My hand

From Judas Priest 'Tyrant'