Last time she touched me 
I set a course for L.A. 
Midnight flight 
Now she tried to tell me 
That [bad word] from the grave 
Such a sight

Stay away 
Your hands are cold 
Frigid lips 
Evil soul

Yeah, she's a deceiver 
Disbeliever 
In conceiver 
Necrophilia

Black candles burning on her altar of ice 
She's no fight 
Heavy metal maiden 
On her way through the night air

Stay away 
Your hands are cold 
Cadaver eyes 
Wicked soul, yeah

Yeah, she's a deceiver 
Disbeliever 
In conceiver 
Necrophilia