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Her mystic presence watches all

Prowling the streets as darkness falls

The owner of hearts, the breaker of souls

A snake in the grass

If you take her hand she'll be your last

A temptress of fate, a master of games

Don't fall for her trap

One fatal touch upon her lips

Crimson death her finger tips

Mistress of hell, you're under her spell

Her eyes are alight

A fire that burns all through the night

As she takes a hold, what will unfold?

You won't survive

Cold stare, wicked sorcery

Lucifer's vice, the purest of sins

Calling from your darkest dreams

Don't let her inside, you must beware

Born of the gods, and cast aside

To walk alone

No love remains, her hatred is strong

The pure of sins

Will never die

Her evil goes on