Love her not, love her less, love isn't what she craves.
Pulling the strings, losing all sense,
She's a puppeteer; to her music, they dance.
She fears not the lord above, nor the dire devils
Sinful to gaze upon, there is no greater evil.
The warnings, the cautions, the red flags thrashing
They're blind to it all, she's the only vision flashing.
Can you stop, can you not, see through the veil?
If you can, if you do, will your sanity prevail?
Ice in her veins, her thoughts immoral,
Unyielding to wounds, they call her immortal...
