• Lady Death

    When shallow is your last breath
    And body ash and smoke
    Cometh forth the Lady Death
    Raising her black cloak

    None can flee fair maidens hand
    None beyond her reach
    Turning greatness into sand
    For their life beseech

    Cold and unforgiving
    Never with a grudge
    Does not take the living
    To the dead she is a judge

    Heaven or hell is unknown
    To which only she can say
    In life what seeds were sown
    Determines where they stay

    Awaiting your last breath
    Cloaked in night and shadow veil
    Here comes our Lady Death
    Soon she will prevail