You think she is mellowing?

Watch as your heart is left dripping

To be a fool, your thoughts must be slipping.

You think she is mellowing?

Watch as darkness caress her skin,

A gown made from the inky blackness of the Devil's sin.

You think she is mellowing?

Watch out for her blood red wrath,

if you're ever naive enough to cross her forsaken path.

You think she is mellowing?

Watch out for her eyes of ice,

where she will ensnare you with her lies if you're unwise.

You think she is mellowing?

Watch out for her raging storm,

that will wash upon you leaving you broken and forlorn.

You think she is mellowing?

Watch out for her burning touch,

it will leave you in fires that prove to much.

You think she is mellowing?

Watch out for her sweet song voice,

that will capture you, leaving you without choice.

You think she is mellowing?

Look into her eyes of ice,

fear what lurks behind the pretty lies,

for this is just the beginning of her battered cries.