She's twirling in circles
Down a darkened crooked path
Black roses in her fragile hands
Brittle and broken from her past.
One day she spun too fast
And she lost all control
She started crumbling to bits
A myth that was once told.
Now she lays dead
On a cold forest floor
Killing whoever walks her path
From her hands their cries will pour.
She'll tear you apart
Piece by piece
She'll hiss in your face
With her broken teeth.v
She dances in the woods
To a song of eternal death
But she never says a word
For she doesn't have the breath.
A black rose in her hand
A moon to soon rise
Stay away from her home tonight
Tonight, another dies.
