Under her Dead Hands کے بول

The world seems so unimpressed As I finally lay you to rest Your breast's still moving, my dear As the wind dries your last tear As you can't see me I'm close Not knowin' the shape I'll choose The whispering wind around your neck A pale shadow moving in your back Standing in the light at the end of your life She's already there where somebody died She is the cause of your condition Her name is death, and she is alive Once built up of ashes and dust Everything surrenders to my touch This fingertip, it cuts so deep Affording you an endless sleep As your soul lies ruined by my feet You did not know who came to keep The purity of your short life condemned to death for evermore Standing in the light at the end of your life She's already there where somebody died She is the cause of your condition Her name is death, and she is alive