Mine’s the last face you’ll see before thrown into the abyss,

So would you please give me a kiss before you say "Good-bye",

Think of Death as a bittersweet lullaby, as it draws you down,

I wear the black-silk gown that reminds you of spring,

I used to sing until you betrayed my soul,

So now you’ll pay the toll of my forgiveness,

And I’ll bear witness to your last words,

Feel the hell-birds drag you down.