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.