Ten

She doesn't need love potions, number five, number nine.
She's the soul's desire for revenge designs.
Born of such pain, inconsolable blame.
Lies scattered like the pieces of a dream.
Blood from her veins brings this venomous strain to life...
So now the only solution is an eye for an eye.
There can be no retribution in this web of lies.
This murderous quest she refines without rest.
She's ready, now the battle can begin.
This merciless test for the angle of Death tonight...
She's the devil; she's a Black Hearted Woman.
Her slender fingers, they cut like knives.
For nothing tears a man apart like a woman.
She'll shoot you dead, she needs no alibis.