Quiet night, empty streets,
Steps coming from behind…
Pounding heart – to run or to fight.
Breathless creature, let’s dance on the pavement…
…
Under the moon light I transform into a beast
I crave the weakness in the eyes of my victim,
The sensation of the danger – can you catch me?
Faceless threat enclosing from the shadows,
The feeling of adrenaline is so intoxicating,
They scream in fear, can you blame them?
…
I wasn’t born a monster but they made me -
A walking demon in the woman’s skin
Feeding of the male cries of pain.
They burn me at the stake of shame,
I still feel the flames gently touching my mortal skin.
In another life they drown me in the cold waters
of the frigid winter lake,
They said I am curse for their village – the Devil’s
seed.
In my third life they called me succubus reborn,
They tied me and stoned me in the middle of the city center – I was just a child.
…
Nine lives later, nine deaths and yet I am still
here
The perfect weapon for destruction –
Every death and accusation turned me into powerful
creature
Tasked with the elimination of the men who hurt
women.
I am what they desire most and yet cannot get – reflection of their
hidden fantasies
And when I have my fun I mirror their greatest fear -
This is how I end them, my MO of choice.
The curses their ancestors put on me, their filthy
accusations
Now became their worst nightmare - no one can stop me.
The Devil’s daughter, Lilith reincarnate,
Gorgon Medusa reborn, Nyx in
modern days
I have so many names, chose one, it doesn't matter.
I live on the thin line between the human and the
magical worlds,
Barely traceable - I am a walking myth.
I hide behind the dark corners looking for my new
hunt.
…
The curse of bearing all the pain of women’s hurt is
heavy for the human soul
In such time of crisis a Monster like me is born
to lift the dimness of the world.
I cannot die, just sleep silently for centuries until the
tears of those in pain wake me
And shift all their dark feelings onto me.
Once I feel the ache crawling in
my veins I am ready.
It's payback time!
…
Quiet night, empty streets,
Steps coming from behind…
Pounding heart – to run or to fight.
Don’t rush it my sweet guy –
Andariel will take care of you, no need to hide.
I am your sweet desire,
I am your special Monster in disguise.
