Randa

In Barren landscapes - Parched with thirst
 In Woods at Night - And Streams by Day
 Her Hollow Voice - Sings through the Mist
 To Lure you Out - Into the Wild
 Creature of Beauty - A Darkness she Hides
 To take you Out - Where the Devil Rides
 "Beware - beware of her bright hair
 And the strange dress that glitters there
 Many a young man she beguileth
 Smiles winningly on youthful face
 But woe to him whom she embraces"
 - Johan Wolfgang von Goethe
 She Stains your Soul - With Sin after Sin
 Marks your Soul - Under the Skin
 A Terror Rises - From Deep Within
 A Muted Scream - In Her Eyes Gleam
 In a Distant Dream...
 A Curse for the Few - That call her Name
 A Curse for you - That seek Her out
 Remember this Tale - Forget not Her Name
 The Gates of Death - Will Open for You...