She has no shame or hint of guilt

As she dances through her field of death

Macabre in her carefree sway

Swathed in her cursed black dress

She treads a path of murdered souls

Shrouded heavily in tangled lace

A satanic lacy mask of death

Caresses the darkened evil face

But beneath that calm composure

And the blackened heart within

She yearns to break the shackles

That bind the eternity of sin

So gloved in white, her hands release

Two doves, she sets them free.

She watches as they soar with hope

Like feathers in a breeze

She teeters on the precipice

As freedom rings its bell

Till Satan’s bloodied hand appears

And drags her back to hell.