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(álbum: The Formulas Of Death - 2013)

In barren landscapes parched with thirst
In the woods at night and streams by day
Her hollow voice sings through the mist
To lure you out into the wild
A 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 faces
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...

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

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...