In barren landscapes, parched with thirst
In woods at night, and streams by day
Her hollow voice, sings through the mist
To lure you out, into the wild
Creature of beauty, a darkness she hides
To take you out, where the devil rides

Beware, beware of her bright hair
And the strange dress that glitters there
Many a young man she beguileth
Smiles winningly on youthful face
But woe to him whom she embraces

She stains your soul, with sin after sin
Marks your soul, under the skin
A terror rises, from deep within
A muted scream, in her eyes gleam
In a distant dream

A curse for the few, that call her name
A curse for you, that seek Her out
Remember this tale, forget not Her name
The gates of death, will open for you