Her eyes pierce the darkness like lightening in a storm,
The heavy mist floats high through the trees,
The silence in this forest is eerie and cold,
But she has come here again to finally concede...
Compulsion delivered her an evil abyss,
In an imagination of dreams that have died,
She has come here to bury her dark bludgeoned soul,
And seeks revenge for all the tears she has cried...
The Gothic Cross hangs from a chain on her neck,
A faultless match to the ink on her wrists,
She came here determined but terror has turned,
And she knows if she's dead she will never be missed...
The forest dominates while the darkness secretes,
They combine to create pungent smells,
But many have sought out the spirits who haunt,
Only to become the sacrifice of their vicious spells...
Lay down and be still it is time to commence,
In the shadows they dance in the sky,
For in order to haunt those who did wrong,
Will require that first she must die...
They fly high in the sky and their waiting,
For the scent of the blood from her wounds,
She makes the first cut with the knife,
Which takes her close to her doom...
Now the ferries fly down and they bite her,
So many you can't see the sky,
And now she can finally haunt them,
Those have caused her to die...
She does not possess any sorrow,
For in the dark where she belongs,
Forever she's now there to haunt them,
And will make them pay for their wrongs...
Evil meets evil with a vengeance,
In the darkness she will haunt them at night,
Exclusively now she will own them,
And haunt them for the rest of their lives...
Never bring wrongs to a Goth girl,
For the darkness is no place to play,
The darkness is where she was raised,
To her just another day..
