Beautiful and proud 
 [bad word] of the Undercity 
Vatyra was her name 
She was feared and desired 

Beggars, thieves, and murderers 
were falling at her feet, 
As mistress of the castaways 
she was worshiped and revered. 

Vintage wine and silken cloth, 
Jewelry and Tongue of Gods, 
any loot and contraband 
were passing through her hand(s), 

Bribe, deceit and robbery 
no means too vile or foul for her, 
The art of crime she mastered, 
like no one ever had. 

Beautiful and proud 
 [bad word] of the Undercity 
When the night closed in 
she stayed sleepless until dawn 

Men, Aeterna, beasts 
they visited her chamber, 
Anyone who quaffed and knew no shame
could join her feasts. 

Her heart was empty, cold, and sore, 
yet she craved for more and more, 
So little virtue left in her 
and nothing left to lose.

No matter who attended her, 
she raised her chalice in the air. 
Anyone could fill it, 
her thirst would never cease. 

Beautiful and proud 
 [bad word] of the Undercity 
Her sinful womb bore [bad word] 
and horror grew along. 

The healers had no remedy, 
No one could prevent, 
Confinement and delivery 
before the moon has waned. 

Two monsters grew beneath her heart, 
Her body, it was torn apart, 
The Goatheads stilled their hunger 
with their mother's torn remains. 

And anyone who was around 
was killed and stomped into the ground; 
And ever since the Vatyrs 
are tainting our world.

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