Black is the dress that hits the ground
Cold are the bodies that lie around
Her stare is blank, and her skin is pale
Her tongue is sharp, when she tells her tale
She walks amongst the tortured souls
Grasping to disgruntled goals
They moan and groan and beg her please
To let them live their pain to ease
A scheming grin creeps across her face
She smiles as she loves this place
Men scream and beg to be saved
Their chests crack and start to cave
In this place of forever fires
She loves the screams it never tires
Hell's maiden the chosen one
Heaven's fear the rejected one
The last thing you see is her smiling face
Your soul will run but she will chase
It's simple and it's bliss
The angel of darkness
