Mistweaver

Damned snake
Leave the daughter of god
Depart of her body
Go straight to hell
the possession
Hear my words
Obey my will
Show me your pressence
I order you now
the possession
Liar's your name
You blur with lies
As a sword i'll rip your heart 'till death
Your poisoned tongue i'll cut- blasphemous
I'll destroy your soul, you're weak- i'm strong
Your seeds won't last long time 'till perish
You are the bornless one
The morning star
The one who hates the light
Many names to name just one
One damned between all
Kind of beings