Through the woods between stem and bark

Blackened by an eerie sky a moonlit night

High on her heels above the icecold snow

Thunders demons thrilled by the chase



To be the one to hunt her down

To seize the price for the damage done

And bring this DemiGod to justice

Before the Grand Duke of Hell

(And of her life as well)

Little pity will be shown for her insubordination

... Be gone!



Two thousand souls on killing spree

Yet the first to reach her is struck by pity

And to his Lord and Master he means no disrespect

In letting her go...



There is but many who die this day

As the most crestfallen of angels are slain



The wrath bestowed on them all

Is tenfold greater than Heavens Fall

When the dearest of possessions are lost

For the folly of one apprentice



There is no pain severe enough

No sentence matching the crime that has been done

Here



... Finally... She is free...

... To roam the earth...

... And all of the above!