Like a shiver through my spine, I feel as we collide,
As the shadow bides its time, and the moon hangs low overhead.

Death is but a moment, A draft of fleeting wind.
Will I find myself in Heaven, or adrift in Elysium?

Shall Hades be my home, or Hell be my bed?
And will you call me near to you, or leave me for dead?

The coffin doesn’t know me, never called my name,
The grave will never hold me, never see my face.

The wind is ever churning the ever changing tide,
And I am ever yearning the day that I might die.

Kiss me once, or kiss me twice, or kiss me not at all,
Regardless of my turning, I am bound to fall.