The Lady of the Lake

Emasculated and decapitated
Heads were never found
Mutilated and humiliated
Bits of torso thrown around

The Lady of the Lake
Echoes her cry against the distant shore
Only those of ill will
Will take the lure

Her broken heart drives men mad
To display the life she had
To commit unspeakable crimes
By playing with our head

The Lady of the Lake
Your soul she shall take
But first you must pay the toll
Your minds total control

Chemical burns
Taken in turns
Stuff in the grave
But the head she will save

The Lady of the Lake
Accepting her love was mistake
Leave your parting gift in a burlap sack
In hope to get your sanity back