And a curse has fallen on my head
To balance all the sins that I have done
It really doesnt matter how many tears Ive
shed
If you see that dress you know youd better run
Feel the sorrow in my heart
It tears me apart
Even though its not my
will
You cannot hide from my embrace
Escape my black lace
So get ready for the kill
The lace will lure all men into my
arms
A thing that I enjoy, I must confess
But in the end they die, so tells the charm
On every full moon I have to wear that
dress
Feel the sorrow in my heart
It tears me apart
Even though its not my will
You cannot hide from my embrace
Escape
my black lace
So get ready for the kill
