On this rock not so far from the place where I sit
There's a women and she's thinking up a reason to quit
She's beautiful, cunning, able as youth
But she's lonely, worried, respite long overdue
She sits quiet with her friends, in her mind she pretends
She is the queen of the dead
Hadies lady and the left
She's the princess Udeit from grand luminit
Constable Griech of the Scotland Yard stretch
Nevermind the feeling like her harts gonna retch
She lays awake in her bed
Can't wipe the sleep from her head
Designs a spell to call a man to make her feel less dead
Spacetime was warped and hitherto he was
Not before her eyes in fact he came before her crys
Intact he slowly dies while waiting
For devine hands to stop plateing and present the feast in kind