Like moss clinging to stones
Her decaying smile stretched into an evil grin
The dance of the dead does begin
Her raspy voice reaches my ear
Time to travel with me my dear
She reaches forth with a rotting finger
Her touch leaving a cold to linger
A stroke along my chest
Leading me closer to my death
Is this the end, my demise
I try to run but I am paralyzed
Her touch leaving me bloodied and bruised
My soul abandoned and abused
She grips my hand tightly
Drawing blood ever so lightly
Leading me down an eternal path
My ears echo her evil laugh
I see my flesh begin to peel
An unrighteous pain I begin to feel
The flesh strips away
My organs there to display
An ocean of blood around my remains
From me no sounds of complains
My mouth opens in a soundless scream
Will I awaken from this dream
Leaving my spirit on this earth to roam
My death angel comes to lead me home
