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