Catherine के बोल

The bloom of youth Shone from her lovely face A rose against her skin Would not seem out of place This silent succubi Had men enwrapt in dreams Such sweet seducers Are never what they seem Catherine Catherine Catherine Catherine Catherine The rage of unloved wives would seal this beauty's fate Many years of fading looks brought bitterness and hate A man of God must ensure Justice will be done For Satan dwells within The black heart of this one Catherine Catherine Catherine Catherine Catherine