eyes of the stormwitch

summoning spirits of dread, before an altar of sacred fire, she sings the hymns of the dead, glorifying her holy sire, a goddess in human form, dark hair crowned with a glowing nimbus, she has the eyes of the storm, like the sea in a raging tempest, so strikes the queen of the air, like a blow from a titan's hammer, let mortal women beware, for none can match her unearthly glamour