If death was a woman, would he use his finger to touch me
If death was a woman, would he take the time to fuck me
If death was a woman, would his beauty shine upon me
If death was a woman, would he have his tits and bear his teeth

Find me a place where we can finally meet
Far in the darkness, wearing sheets
With a cunt so tight it ravaged me
Or bare all the life of all deceased

If death was a woman...
What name would he have for a mistress of death, the divine
I can call him Freya
I can call him Hel
I can call him Rán
I can call him Culga

I can call him Mania
I can call him Hecate
I can call him Keres
I can call him Lethe

I can call Marcaria
I can call Persephone
Maybe Libitina
Call Dea Tacita
Or maybe Styx
Or the goddess of the night, the blissful, all shining Nyx
Perhaps something more beautiful
Something a little more suiting
To capture all the black in you, for a chapter, so it rights a new
In a time of space
The light angers you
Wheres the tempest, took over you
And on earth, we started calling you
The bride of the dark prince known as Lillith