Sindarilla

Behold for here she is - spawned in the underworld

Hear her cries - from those you cannot hide

Feed the wind - with your sore depression

Touch the sky - before you die

An undead whore mourns by the waters of life

Her beautiful skin mirrors the glittering stars above

Her bewildering eyes

Enmesh every spirit more or less

Sindarilla

No one can match your demise

Sindarilla

The death you spread on life

Her hair as fine as feather, but arched like the life she lived

Her veins unfolds in bloom of magical energies

Her corpse so beautifully kept as if she never died

But fury came with the angels dark - from them you cannot hide

She dances with the dead in the showering rain

One dance - she bleeds again

Lifeless - She holds you

Caring - She feeds on your soul

Lust loss!

Debauch!

An undead whore mourns by the waters of life

Her beautiful skin mirrors the glittering stars above

Her bewildering eyes

Enmesh every spirit more or less

Sindarilla

No one can match your demise

Sindarilla

The death you spread on life