In barren landscapes, parched with thirst In woods at night, and streams by day Her hollow voice, sings through the mist To lure you out, into the wild Creature of beauty, a darkness she hides To take you out, where the devil rides Beware, beware of her bright hair And the strange dress that glitters there Many a young man she beguileth Smiles winningly on youthful face But woe to him whom she embraces She stains your soul, with sin after sin Marks your soul, under the skin A terror rises, from deep within A muted scream, in her eyes gleam In a distant dream A curse for the few, that call her name A curse for you, that seek Her out Remember this tale, forget not Her name The gates of death, will open for you