Savatage

Last time she touched me
I set a course for L.A.
Midnight flight
Now she tried to tell me
That she comes from the grave
Such a sight
Stay away
Your hands are cold
Frigid lips
Evil soul
Yeah
She's a deceiver
Disbeliever
Inconceiver
Necrophilia
Black candles burning
On her altar of ice
She's no fight
Heavy metal maiden
On her way through the night air