You, who travel alone late at night,
take with you, a garlic and a stick
'coz they lurk in the darkness..... and they bite,
and there is no use in weapons or a brick.

My story in the city is hard to tell.
Between the lightpoles, I walked..... unaware,
when a beautiful lady, dark as Hell,
approached me slowly. "Oh, fool.....beware !"

Her hair was raven black and her eyes so blue,
her movements so soft..... and so ruthless, too !
She looked like a monster, not like me and you.....
..... her flesh was so..... white. Oh, believe me. It's true !

I stopped my stray walking and stared in awe.....
..... unable to move..... she came so..... Oh ! Close !
Then fear took me over like screams from the grave,
brought chills to my body from my head to my toes.

"Don't walk with the Devil so late at night,"
they screamed in the dark. "Oh ! Too late !"
She had made me numb and shortened my sight.
I saw only her. "Oh..... this was my fate ?!"

She touched my bare breast with her marble-white hand,
entered my flesh with her marble-white teeth,
Then gently lay me down on the soft fine sand,
her death-kiss so deep I could hardly breathe.

While my life softly left me, she chanted a song
of her darkness and sorrow and a little dark grave.
"Oh, dear..... please listen. This fate is so wrong !"
The black lady-beast thinks she's out to save!