Long snake-like hairs

Bright skin like golden fire

Eyes are like the deep blue ocean

And a smirk on her rosy lips.

Sometimes she becomes a beautiful village woman to allure men

Sometimes she becomes a corporate lady who rules men on the tip of her hills

Sometimes she becomes an old woman who is helpless

Sometimes she becomes a little innocent girl..  

One woman many identities

But what really 'SHE' is, no one knows

'SHE' has no mercy

The only thing she needs is the fresh blood of humane

I am here to tell you the saga of this demonic child of Satan who rules the kingdom of darkness.

Her beauty is her sword which will cut you apart.

Don't look at her eyes

Don't go near her

Don't make any sound

Ssshh 'SHE' is coming to get you...