Corteliax - Orin the Red: Twisted Delight Lyrics

Born in blood a child of dread
She walks the path where angels fear to tread
Her blade sings songs of crimson death
A symphony of pain her twisted breath
Eyes gleam with a sadistic light
She carves her way through the darkest night
Laughter echoes through the bloody mist
In every scream she finds her twisted bliss
Orin the Red mistress of pain
In Bhaal's name she'll always reign
Her blade dances her victims cry
In her embrace they all will die
She revels in the crimson flood
Finds beauty in the spilling blood
A twisted soul forever lost
In the darkness she pays the cost
She shifts her form to lure them close
With a wicked grin she delivers their dose
Her hands they shape their final fate
A gruesome end their pain innate
She toys with life she mocks their fear
Whispers sweetly as death draws near
Her art is in the blood she spills
In the gore she finds her thrills
Orin the Red mistress of pain
In Bhaal's name she'll always reign
Her blade dances her victims cry
In her embrace they all will die
She revels in the crimson flood
Finds beauty in the spilling blood
A twisted soul forever lost
In the darkness she pays the cost
Orin the Red mistress of pain
In Bhaal's name she'll always reign
Her blade dances her victims cry
In her embrace they all will die
She revels in the crimson flood
Finds beauty in the spilling blood
A twisted soul forever lost
In the darkness she pays the cost
In her grasp hope turns to dust
Her hunger for blood a wicked lust
Each cut a mark of her cruel desire
Feeding the flames of her infernal fire
A child of Bhaal a puppet of sin
She wears a smile but it's paper-thin
Her soul a void of endless night
In her heart there's no respite
She seeks the thrill of every kill
With every life she gets her fill
Her twisted path a trail of red
In her wake the fallen dead
Orin the Red mistress of pain
In Bhaal's name she'll always reign
Her blade dances her victims cry
In her embrace they all will die
She revels in the crimson flood
Finds beauty in the spilling blood
A twisted soul forever lost
In the darkness she pays the cost
In the shadows her legend grows
In every death her power shows
Orin the Red a name of fear
The mistress of carnage ever near
Her twisted soul forever stained
In the darkness her reign's unchained
Orin the Red a harbinger of dread
In the annals of horror her story's read