A sweetly singing silhouette
Who's melody is dark,
Standing over top a grave
Her voice it seems is stark,
Her ghastly figure halts my breath
Which nearly halts my mind,
Her sweetly singing song of death
Is just the ghastly kind,
And on her chest protrudes a knife
With crimson streaks of pain,
While sweetly streaming tears of life
Dissolve among the rain,
Her loathing life was taken quick
And yet it was her choice,
For i can hear her singing sick
Her deathly ringing voice.
Who's melody is dark,
Standing over top a grave
Her voice it seems is stark,
Her ghastly figure halts my breath
Which nearly halts my mind,
Her sweetly singing song of death
Is just the ghastly kind,
And on her chest protrudes a knife
With crimson streaks of pain,
While sweetly streaming tears of life
Dissolve among the rain,
Her loathing life was taken quick
And yet it was her choice,
For i can hear her singing sick
Her deathly ringing voice.
