The bloom of youth 
Shone from her lovely face 
rose against her skin 
Would not seem out of place 
This silent succubi 
Had men carapt in dreams 
Such sweet seducers 
Are never what they seem 

Catherine 
Catherine 
Catherine 
Catherine 
Catherine 

The rage of unloved wives 
Would seal this beauty's fate 
Many years of fading looks 
Brought bitterness and hate 
man of God must casure 
Justice will be done 
For Satan dwells within 
The black heart of this one