The Temptress

When the evening is nigh
And the red doves wrath
Foul deeds are afoot on the haunted path

Lady in dark arise
To enthrall and ensnare
Deep within the twisted woods confront her if you dare

This is not my first mistress of the night
Down the long hells trip it is such the fright
Following my instincts I will not be mourned
The Temptress of my spirit my soul is beaten ripped and torn

This is not a dream
I cannot help myself
The animal in me
I am drawn to her

Following my instincts I will not be mourned
The Temptress of my spirit my soul is ripped and torn