In the heart of the cold dark night,
Where she prowls the darkness, leaving trails of the dead.
Her whispers carry a deadly tune; a queen of despair
A symphony of cries and a sinister croon.
In her embrace, you'll find only thorns,
Beneath her smile, lies a world of sorrow and pain
The way she plays her game,
The heroes' party remembers her name
And all on her own she is to blame,
She's the reason this chapter this page
This story was made
The way she draws her blade
With elegant form, and elegant grace
And when the protagonist faces her gaze,
"Run away" runs all over their mind, but she's already prepared to die
The sly nature of what's on her mind
You shouldn't take her so light
Hesitate and you'll lose the fight
You'll lose in no time,
Before your own eyes
The spiderweb of twisted lies
A script she's played behind her crimes
And when the fly takes the bait,
It doesn't know it's trapped 'til it's too late,
And the fate of the fly was sealed that day
When it turned to prey
The way she plays her game,
Her wanted poster is all over the place
And all on her own she is to blame,
She's the cause of destruction that lays
Those fires that blaze
The way she swings her blade,
With elegant force in an elegant way
And when the protagonist faces her gaze
"Defeat" is all over their mind,
But she's barely even batting an eye
In the battlefield,
She coats the ground with all the bullets of her gun
She's a master of arms
As the end draws near,
She sets out searching for the things she holds so dear
Maybe for once she'd feel fear
The way she plays her game,
The heroes' party remembers her name
And all on her own she is to blame,
She's the reason this chapter this page,
This story was made
The way she dominates
In every stage, in every game
And when the protagonist faces her gaze
"Run away" runs all over their mind,
But she's already prepared to die