Once upon a long time ago,
There was a Gypsy queen with skin like snow.
Fair and smooth, cold for sure,
Venus never had nothin' on her.
My God, she was a deadly dame
Men traded souls just to hear her name.
And when they did a world of flame
Engulfed their hearts and the devil sang:
"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh Zyrah!"
There was a time I couldn't see at all,
'Til I swallowed that gypsy's crystal ball.
Then I saw that the mirror on her wall
Was the only weapon that could make her fall.
I took it in my hand and climbed her stairs;
In the dark she called out, "Who goes there?"
She fell in love just like the rest;
Now she clutches that mirror to her breast.
She talks in tongues while her flesh decays;
She hasn't left that room in days.
