Thrown away and left for dead
Fortune found her to his bed
Captivated by the power
This too would be her hour

Baptized and reborn
To his service she was sworn
She took her place by his side
He would need her as his guide

She may have fell victim to his spell
But without her he wouldn’t
Stand a chance in hell

She was a Stroke of luck
She had the devil's tongue
She was a Stroke of luck
And all her secrets were sung

A traitor a whore a goddess of death
On this conquest she was a heaven sent
Through her cunning and her guile
She would make it all worth while

She may have fell victim to his spell
But without her he wouldn’t
Stand a chance in hell

She was a Stroke of luck
She had the devil's tongue
She was a Stroke of luck
And all her secrets were sung

She was a Stroke of luck
She had the devil's tongue
She was a Stroke of luck
And all her secrets were sung