So dark are her eyes
Deep open pits that hide her lies
Does no one see it but me?
The men get on their knees to help and ease her next task at hand
But don't get to close because she will eat you where you stand and add you to her dark collection
Of twisted mortal souls

She is an old soul that never dies working under Satans banner, everyday she grows younger and stronger
being mysterious but intriguing, casting her web she waits, and she knows it will not be long to the next naive man comes along

Her skin is so soft and creamy, her lips blood red raw; her hair is as dark as her eyes, a black cape that hides the stolen souls from the average eye, why is it me that can still see?

She has walked the streets of every generation, is an expert and is in her prime
Watch out if you intend to stay late, in her hands just might hold your fate
Like a shark circling the land, she will take the soul of any man they will never be reborn again, unless someone can save them?