The white lady stood in my way
In the dead of the night,
Walked passed your tomb
Then opened her sack of light.
The light showed me a jaunt in the heaven
And i could hear the whispers of justice
Whose critiques told me
That i wasn't yet forgiven.
My heart sank into the river of remorse,
Remember all the pledges i made to the devil
Which turned out to be a lethal curse.
