Spiders in her hair.

I always thought I was
Blacker than the blood
Running through the devil's soiled veins
Until I met a girl
Not quite of this world
No she was born in a fiery lake

There are spiders in her hair
Her skin it crawls with them everywhere
My heart beat thunders like a drum
She is close
I'm in love with a ghost

Her skin's as pale, as the day is white
Her hair is blacker than the blackest night
And when she speaks
All children weep
And when she sings Lord Death will come and reap