Everyone shivers as Death walks by
With that hungry look back in his eyes,
But they are set on a distant prize, And he
Will stop for nothing.
She lays in a desert bed
All around her already dead,
But none shall taint her golden head, For she
Will stop for nothing.
They met one night at a stormy inn,
Him and her, and her and him,
Yet, not once did
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