Moonlight shining of her tears
the funk of forty thousand years
her blood runs as chill as winter snow
and by the sound and smell she knows
she feels the breath of death creep upon her skin
and she knows she will never see the sun again
and though she fights to stay alive
on wings of black death has arrived
she tries to move her lips to pray
just one more day ! just one more day!
she pleas her lips to move but they won't obey
and there is no mercy from death
he cannot be swayed
she turns her face towards the moon and stars
and leaves her old body broken and scarred
she leaves her pain and suffering and she won't be back
as she flies through the skies on her own wings of black
