I am an angel in sinner\'s garb,
you think my soul mirrors the fair facade;
in that you are utterly mistaken
my record is not clean, never snowy-white.

I see my act is fooling you,
not surprising, since \'tis my goal;
is there an easier way to lure one\'s prey
than with breathtaking beauty and gentle words?

Once the mask is cast off
there is no escaping for you, my innocent lamb;
you will finally face the doom
that fell upon you the moment we met.