Death becomes her as she lay
Lips of rose red petals
Orbs of shinning stars
The night falls quickly over
Concealing once more her scars
Oh death, please do come quickly
The blood flow is too slow
Crimson on insipid skin
Her life does so go
Bit by bit
Dropt by drop
Until the blood flow does stop
Upon this winter snow
Lifeless her body does there lie
Amidst the blood red snow
Face emotionless
Without a tear to cry
And here she'll stay
Ere till the day I die