The tempting hands of sin grasp at my being and I recoil
With hesitation, and slight wanting
Knowing it could send me into turmoil
Among those fingers so daunting
They are dark, crimson and long
Possessing a wicked beauty
The skin almost seems to utter a song
Saying come here, come play
Play with the dark, you'll have fun
I surrender for I am their prey
Ashamed, what have I done?
Too late, my soul is the Devil's
I have sold myself to sin,
No longer in the company of angels
And so they grab hold of my skin
Dragging me to the dark abyss
