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...