Lady Mortis
O Death, O Death, O Death,
Won't you spare me over til another year?
But what is this, that I cant see? With ice cold hands taking hold of me...
When God is gone and the Devil takes hold, Who will have mercy on your soul?
O Death, O Death, O Death, (O Death)
No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold. Nothing satisfies me but your soul.
O Death,
Well I am Death, none can excel, I'll open the door to heaven or hell. O Death, O Death,
My name is Death and the end is here... - Jen Titus - O Death
"Her lips were red, her looks were free,"
"Her locks were yellow as gold:"
"Her skin was as white as leprosy,"
"The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she,"
"Who thicks man's blood with cold."
-- The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
