Like a siren She calls out to you Across the ages Through the dark and the dust of her tomb She is ancient And forever young She's so patient All these eons awaiting the one When the morning comes The magic is done So the story goes You give her an inch And she'll take your soul I want you to know She may be evil Or so I've been told She may be evil She may be cold Answer the demon And she takes control She may be evil Or so I've been told She awakens Too good to be true And you're taken But her kiss is a curse upon you When the morning comes The magic is done So the story goes You give her an inch And she'll take your soul I want you to know She may be evil Or so I've been told She may be evil She may be cold Answer the demon And she takes control She may be evil Or so I've been told Fall deep Into black sleep She'll keep Whispering into your dreams You'll see Clearly Hell is being ruled by a queen