The woman in black.

long flowing dress.
Blacker than black.
Blood dripping from her blade.
All you feel is her hate.

The woman in black has a mysterious disguise.
Only a few know by looking into her eyes.
They know it's me in my demise.
Blood drips from my finger tips.

I smile with a great big grin.
Maybe I will kill again.
He broke my heart so easily.
What else was I suppose to do?

I took him into a dark room.
I slit his throat and walked away.
I'll get rid of the body another day.
It's best it stays this way.

I'm not afraid to kill again.
I'll lead you into a dark room and slit your throat.
Again and again until I am blinded by blood.
I will make the room flood.

The woman in black has a nice ring.
With a black dress and a black cape.
She will steal people's souls.
But only the souls of the demented.

The demented that like to kill.
The souls that were blinded by a non existing love.
The ones that got tired of the bullshit.
The ones that are willing to sacrifice to the woman in black.