Jorōgumo, Woman-Spider, black 18th century dress.

Notes from Vixen's journal.

Jorōgumo kept singing this song, over and over... creepy.

🎶 These words we speak are true, they are all humanary stew if, They don't pledge allegiance to the black widow.

The horror that we bring, the horror of our sting, The unholiest of queens, the black widow. 🎶 Their minds will be our toy, And every girl and boy will learn to be employed by the black widow.

Love me, yes, we love her, love me, yes, we love her.

We sit upon our throne and picks at all the bones of our, Husbands and our wives we devoured.

We stare with a gleam, with a laugh so obscene, At the virgins and the children we deflowered.

🎶 Love me, yes, we love her, love me, yes we her

Our thoughts are hot and crazed, our brains are webbed in haze, Of mindless senseless daze, the black widow.

These words we speak are true, they are all humanary stew, 🎶 If they don't pledge allegiance to the black widow.