The Epicurean Daughter of Evil, Conchita

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In the mansion with the vile smell in the hall
Another last supper begins but it is not for all
The food on the table would sicken a normal man
But a woman sits devouring it as everything has gone to plan

The woman sitting eating these is Vanika Conchita
She used to be the most gourmet foods in the world eater
But when she had finally consumed all of those
She desired the most gruesome foods of all

Bow down, honour her and show your respect to our great lady Conchita
All the ingredients of the world can only be eaten by a good eater

I'll devour everything in this world
There's still room in this stomach before it will turn
The deadly poison that's gleaming a bright blue
Is merely a spice so I can just eat that too

I'll eat right down until I reach the bone
If that's not enough I'll eat all the plates I'm shown
Happiness dances on the tip of my tongue
Dinner isn't over; the night is still young

The fifteenth personal chef of that year
Neared and whispered something he thought was fair
"My lady, I wish to be discharged at once."
He's just a useless person so there is no loss

Bow down, honour her and show your respect to our great lady Conchita
Betrayers of her will pay the price when she pounces just like a cheetah

I'll devour everything in this world
Today is a special menu worth more than diamonds and pearls
The soft hair that's blue and shining white
It is perfect and it's something that excites

I'll eat right down until I reach the bone
If that's not enough I'll take all the 'seconds' that I'm shown
Hey little butler, standing right over there
What do you taste like; don't you want to share?

As the days went by the mansion soon was empty
Reminicent of the days it was filled a-plenty
Even that the woman still continues to seek
Gruesome foods that nobody will never dare to speak

I'll devour everything in this world
I looked down at my right fingers and they were curled
I silently smiled feeling very wicked
There's something to eat although it's twisted

Conchita had one last gruesome meal
The ingredients were something nobody could steal
They were herself, and now no one will ever know
The taste of the body that ate everything she was shown