Huntress Songtext
von Holy Grove

Poor woman, she′s got the damnedest name
And you shall know why
Her lingerie lies some evil deeds
They are more than habits you apply

But her disease is burning straight through you
A wholesome plan didn't take your side
And never came about, yeah, yeah

Her type of lady′s got some dangerous charm
She's always looking for the king
She makes some stuff with a twisted moral
She'll make you bend to her will


But her disease is burning straight through you
What the huntress sees is not meant for you
With your broken love and sunken eyes
It won′t take you long to realize
Realize, realize

Meet her at the altar, your desperate state
Meet her at the altar and see your face
Beg her to open up those wicked gates
Kneel down at the altar, come misery, yeah
Meet her at the altar, your desperate state
Meet her at the altar and see your face
Beg her to open up those wicked gates
Kneel down at the altar, come misery