The moon plays it's beams over her face
She is immortal, powerful,
she will always be.

She watches the village where she will hunt
Where she claims the lives of the innocent
She always will

The villagers cry and scream for her death,
but she lurks above, 
safe from them

It's such a shame that they don't realize,
her true beauty is found within
They see the monster and run.

The light of the moon is dimmed by a cloud,
and she makes her deadly strike.

One less life to laugh and play
One less life to cry
One less life to live, one more life has died.

She slinks away in the shadows,
the villagers mourn their dead
And as she sits in the shadows, a silent tear is shed.

She wishes she could free herself from her curse,
melt the ice that locks her heart,
but it will never be.