Blood of the La Diablesse The beauty of the forest She glides like velvet in the glow of the moonlight A vision that steals your breath and a smile that beckons your death Her eyes like stoked embers, burning bright with prey in sight And hips sway seductively, her gait drawing you in Silk drapes her shapely silhouette Hair black as night and fairness of skin like milk Mesmerize men This honeytrap...lovespell…becomes a tempting hell La Diablesse, the villagers whisper The devil's daughter…her hoofed foot, a mark of the cursed Lures those foolish men who are enticed with wild hunger Blindly sealed to their doomed fate Her call and charm beckons them to paradise and peace Where torments and life's burdens cease But get too close Your soul the price The La Diablesse plays for keeps and your life Into the night she lures Never to see morning's dawn Lost forever in a grave so deep Her story, rage, shame and grief all fuel her revenge Only to be appeased by blood, never love To soothe her pain, your soul is her claim