The apostale castle smells rotten The Last Supper begins as always Gruesome foods on the table A woman eating them up alone with a smile Her name is Vanika Conchita She was once an opsomaniac And then she went farther than that The ultimate level of the baddest foods Respect her, honor her Our great Conchita All of the foods in this world Are for her Eat them up, every bit of the world More room for foods in her The shining pale blue deadly poison Is the best spice for main dishes Eat up right down to the bone If it's not enough, bite into the dishes Total bliss on her tounge The supper is not finished yet The 15th personal chef of this year He asked me "Could you let me take holidays, my lady?" I have to say, they're all useless Respect her, honor her Our great Conchita Betrayers have to pay the price For what they do Eat them up, every bit in the world Todays menu is really special The shining pale blue hair Works out perfectly for salad hors d'oeuvres Eat up right down to the bone If it's not enough, just have "another" Oh, my butler, over there What does "you" taste like? And then the castle was deserted Nothing left there, anyone else but her Even so, she wanted more The ultimate level of the baddest foods Eat them up every bit in the world She gazed at her right hand And smiled amiably "There's more to eat" The baddest food for Conchita It was... Yes, it was herself Now she knows all the tastes in the world But nobody knows what "she" tasted like
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