Alone on a Friday night,
in a morose state.
There�s no one to hear his sorrow,
suicides his only fate.
Two thin red lines a fever burn,
as the blood begins to flow.
No second chance, no turning back,
as his pulse begins to slow.
A shrouded figure dressed in white,
suddenly appears.
She�s his angel of mercy,
sent to calm his fears.
She�ll relieve his earthbound misery,
with a comforting embrace.
As they ascend heaven high,
toward his final resting-place.
Chorus
She�s a taker
of lost souls,
she�s a coffin dancer.
Offering salvation,
as the Lords final answer.
She�s a messenger of mercy,
a harbinger of grace.
A stairway unto heaven,
in you return for your embrace.
On a desolated highway,
the scene is ghastly and dour.
As a victim of a crash,
struggles in her final hour.
She fights for her last breath,
then wills herself to speak.
A final prayer for absolution,
as her heart is growing weak.
A heavenly visitation,
She�s blinded by bright light.
As she�s comforted by an angel,
on her final earthbound night.
Chorus
She�s a taker of lost souls,
she�s a coffin dancer.
Offering salvation,
as the Lords final answer.
She�s a messenger of mercy,
a harbinger of grace.
A stairway unto heaven,
if you return for your embrace