Six feet down and still my girl
Coming from another world
Sit and wait to touch her curls

Tapping at my window pane
Gently rapping on my brain
I can hear her call my name

Death!
Sweet, sweet death!

Fluttering wings unseen but heard
On my floor the dust is stirred
Fingers tracing out these words

Rasping breath inside my head
Coming closer to the bed
Everything is turning red

Death!
Sweet, sweet death!

Hollows moving on the sheet
Smell is getting very sweet
Icy lips caress my cheek

Wake up, morning, pearly white
I ain’t got no appetite
The sun, it seems so very bright

Death!
Sweet, sweet death!