The Epicurean Daughter Of Evil, Conchita

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