Chill runs in the air and the sun has fallen Five figures waiting in tense dread Questions they have, for answers they starve Promised from the one who's not nearly there
Sudden noise breaks the silence Everyone's eyes turn to face the door The Hostess arrived, pale in dim light Her lovely dress spills blood red on the floor
Six figures sit by the oaken counter The heavy smell of musk fills up the room Timid looks on the board stir up excitement What they wish for will be theirs soon
And so the wicked dance on planchette begins Guided by wet fingers the channel's open wide Shy at first, now getting up to run Revealing the message from the other side
«Y.O.U.R. S.O.U.L.S. A.R.E. N.O.W. M.I.N.E.»
Confused heads turn for explanation Yet they shiver in horror as they see Lady in Red is now abomination While their own eyes begin to bleed
The plasma marks her ivory skin Her beautiful eyes are now white blind As she rips their souls her name becomes clear Shell Trader – the scourge of mankind
The Wicked Deal has been sealed The demon's free to roam the Earth Drawing its power from the five new hosts Five poor souls expelled beyond the veil
Her chest is drawing the heaviest of breaths The plasma is gone and her eyes can see clear She bites her lips in most lustful of smiles O' Lady in Red, how many are your kills?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
