I've seen the one the Devil brings.
Now we fear the wolves at night. 
Possession of a little girl, 
The father and the son. 

She hasn't been herself in years. 
She hasn't been herself in years. 

I fear the one that burns too bright,
And I'm not invisible
To the evil wonder darkness,
To the evil of her. 

She hasn't been herself in years. 
She hasn't been herself in years. 

Toss the bodies on the pile.
Parasite in the heart, 
Black market, ancient coffins,
Empty houses. 

There ain't no sign
For the blackened death she'll bring to you. 
All in time,
Choke away the flames inside. 
Like a winter's cold,
Darkened ash and white as bone. 
Whoa,
Try to take back her soul. 

She hasn't been herself in years. 
She hasn't been herself in years.

She hasn't been herself in years. 
She hasn't been herself in years.