Из альбома: Dreams in Formaline
She was created
By human hands
She was not one of us
Her body is like
A juvenile woman's
With gorgeous shapes but without a soul
We're dying, we're crying
Just because she escaped
She awaked, she crushed
The prison's walls
We're bleeding, we're trembling
She's somewhere near us
She's seeking, she's killing
Only for revenge
Andromeda
(She can smell our skin)
Andromeda
She can smell our skin
And read our fragile minds
She knows our next move
Her revenge for all years in pain