Gazing into Crimson eyes,
Into her softened chill,
Her voice like a melodic whisper,
She's ready for the kill.

Beauty is the mask,
Of her wicked soul,
Her words sweet as poison,
Her embrace crushing and cold.

Fair is the lady,
Though evil just the same,
Whence the heart was gone,
All the darkness came.

With skin as pale as snow,
And the darkest wings,
One should want to kill her,
Until she stops and sings.

Oh what sorrow fills me,
To listen to her song,
A tragic tale it is indeed,
Of a million things that went wrong.

But who could kill the lady?
They say that there is only one-
Opposite her power over ice,
He holds the fire of the sun.

Of demon's blood this boy would be,
Bit by the very Queen,
Whom should be destroyed by him,
He's clueless to whom he had been.

Only the Lady knows this boy,
From his past life,
For he had done much,
To make the Lady his wife.

Now he has found another,
And fire fills his eyes,
His anger directed to the Lady,
And this is where she dies.

But life still chains her to its grasp,
Poor Isil, she can not die.
Can't be with her beloved Darius,
And, once again loses the heart to cry.