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" - Johan Wolfgang von Goethe 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...