The bloom of youth
Shone from her lovely face
A rose against her skin
Would not seem out of place

This silent succubi
Had men enwrapped in dreams
Such sweet seducers
Are never what they seem

Catherine, Catherine, Catherine, Catherine
Catherine, Catherine, Catherine, Catherine
Catherine, Catherine, Catherine, Catherine
Catherine, Catherine, Catherine, Catherine

The rage of unloved wives
Would seal this beauty's fate
Many years of fading looks
Brought bitterness and hate

A man of god must ensure
Justice will be done
For Satan dwells within
The black heart of this one

Catherine, Catherine, Catherine, Catherine
Catherine, Catherine, Catherine, Catherine
Catherine, Catherine, Catherine, Catherine
Catherine, Catherine, Catherine, Catherine
Catherine, Catherine, Catherine, Catherine
Catherine, Catherine, Catherine, Catherine
Catherine, Catherine, Catherine, Catherine
Catherine, Catherine, Catherine, Catherine

Catherine, Catherine, Catherine, Catherine