When, oh, when will the horseman come,

To take my breath away?

I pray I go to heaven above,

But to hell I may go today.

Why, oh, why is the moon so dull

And the stars won't shine tonight?

I know it's because the horseman is near,

He strips them of their light.

How, oh, how did I not scream,

When I saw his headless form?

Wielding an axe while riding a horse,

Surely, that isn't the norm?

Who, oh, who will shed a tear,

When they hear that I'm deceased?

I've no friends nor family,

Just a little niece.

Where, oh, where will my grave be,

A river, a ditch or an apple tree?

All I know is that I lay dead,

On the floor with a severed head.