Every time she steps; something else dies in her path,
the sky turns pitch black; it rains acidic tears for her,
every plant wilts to ashes; dragonflies fall at her feet,
she's the angel that fell too far from grace; way too far,
her wings made of ashes and bones; no mercy for the weak,
her eyes are as black as brimstone; her tears made of acid,
her skin is a pale blue color; her black hair matted with roots,
all feelings that she had gone; lust for power is all she knows now,
she's no one special, but she'll kill you with words; deadly tones,
her voice is like a thousand screams; her heart is a black hole,
she's the devil's bound hunter; hell awaits your forsaken soul's arrival,
your soul was soul to the devil; she's come to collect it for his collection,
you're just another hellon to him; nothing more than a greed soul,
her forsaken lullaby is calling to you; your soul weeps to her movement,
you're her ticket to his good grace; her last mark before she goes back home,
hell is the place she lives in; abyss and chaos are her best friends,
she'll rip into your heart without even trying; you're just another game to her,
she's just the devil's forsaken angel; she fell way too far from grace.
