The Widowmakers come for blood

She wants your head

Lures you in with love and lust

Made in heaven

The Widowmakers come for blood

She wants your head

Lures you in with love and lust

Match made in hell

Blood-soaked hands and a knife for decor

Corpse left to rot on the cutting room floor

Doesn't give a fuck about the pain that she brings

Only interested in your suffering

All is lost

And love has died

It was all a lie

The angel inside her has died

All is lost

And love has died

Now I say goodnight

I won't make it out alive

Run

While you still have a chance

All bets are off you're as good as dead

Fucked

By the witch of the damned

There's no escape caught in her hands

Convoluted manipulation has you ponder on what's to come

Burn

In the flames of demise

You have been trapped in her demented disguise

Bleed

But you must not die

Until you've been drained of all you have inside

Go

Blood-soaked hands and a knife for decor

Corpse left to rot on the cutting room floor

Doesn't give a fuck about the pain that she brings

Only interested in your suffering

All is lost

And love has died

It was all a lie

The angel inside her has died

All is lost

And love has died

Now I say goodnight

I won't make it out alive

Blood-soaked hands and a knife for decor

It's the curtain call next stop is the morgue

You're useless now she needs you no more

You're corpse left to rot on the cutting room floor

Goodbye