• Skin so pale it’s almost translucent
    Her body so frail she might just have been an illusion
    As black as a raven, it be her hair
    My love, my dear lady ever so fair
    I want to taste her, eat her up whole
    Yet all she wants from me, it be my soul

    Death, is my fairest of lady's name
    The sickle she carries, be her claim to fame
    My time, it has now abruptly come to an end
    I can’t hide no more, I just can’t pretend
    I have long sensed her presence and wondered about this very day
    When my time arrives, what is it I’ll do and what shall I say

    So now she has arrived, she’s finally here
    Weird yet welcoming, I feel no fear
    I invite her, embrace her, call her unto me
    As she drains my soul, one we will be
    I’m ready, time passes, day turns into night
    Her body against mine, it all feels so right

    I have no more words, I’m finally free

    Tonight is the night,

    when death becomes me…