Bones peak through the skin,
A curse being darkened by fate,
Redemption less offered than feared,
A rose is a symbol of love and death.
Pure of darkest nights,
The lips bruised of black satanic dye,
Gifted a bond true from light,
Keep safe from saying goodbye.
She walked like a goddess,
She speaks like a devil,
She consumed like no other,
Her will is her heart.
Souls after souls has been taken,
Death air surrounds the earth,
Nothing shall live for another day,
Dooms Day is for her own taken sake.