They Call Her Madam Death


Now you have nothing left to lose,
Everything you have rests in a rose
Presented out before you to a lady.

They've called her many names at court,
But all of them have fallen short
Of describing her beauty and her coldness.

And while you have played at war,
You'll surely fall in love with her
Begging for the gift only she can give you.

Well, you were once a mighty king,
Now broken, crawling on your knees
In sleepness slowly limping to her bedside.

And she will gently kiss your breast,
Her lips will soon draw out your breath
And in the darkness, you will come to know her.

There is no warmth inside her heart,
No charm in her alluring arts,
Yet all of you fall down in awe before her.

And all, they call her Madam Death...

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