Under her Dead Hands

The world seems so unimpressed
As I finally lay you to rest
Your breast's still moving, my dear
As the wind dries your last tear

As you can't see me I'm close
Not knowin' the shape I'll choose
The whispering wind around your neck
A pale shadow moving in your back

Standing in the light at the end of your life
She's already there where somebody died
She is the cause of your condition
Her name is death, and she is alive

Once built up of ashes and dust
Everything surrenders to my touch
This fingertip, it cuts so deep
Affording you an endless sleep

As your soul lies ruined by my feet
You did not know who came to keep
The purity of your short life
condemned to death for evermore

Standing in the light at the end of your life
She's already there where somebody died
She is the cause of your condition
Her name is death, and she is alive