She quenches her thirst with The tears of the inhabitants Of sinkholes, claims them, And gives birth to them anew. Exhaling the winter wind, the Scalding embers of December.
No one knows her name, But you can confide in her. Share your disarray, she will Rectify you with her rhetoric.
She's seductive like suicide, While I am as hung as a noose. An irresistible demon, a potter Shaping your every desire, a puppeteer Manipulating the strings attached to your limbs. Hailing from the same realm as Shang Tsung, mortal anguish empowers her.