Slaves to Her Beauty

She cries out in the middle of the woods
As the steam comes from her flesh
Her sins rise with the steam as the carcass begins to decay
She lures her victims in with the stench that attracts them all
She lures them with her beauty. They will all be slaves
She lures them with her beauty. They will all be slaves
She cries out in the middle of the woods
As the steam comes from her flesh
Her sins rise with the steam as the carcass begins to decay
She lures her victims in with the stench that attracts them all
She lures them with her beauty. They will all be slaves
She lures them with her beauty. They will all be slaves
They will all be slaves to her beauty
She lures them with her beauty. They will all be slaves
She lures them with her beauty. They will all be slaves
They will all be slaves to her beauty



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Writer(s): Charles Smith
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