Pitter pat Pitter pat.
Like rain above my head.

Pitter pat Pitter pat.
Blood flows to it's bed.

Pitter pat Pitter pat.
Making a puddle of red.

Pitter pat Pitter pat.
Enough has been shed.

Pitter pat Pitter pat.
My deathbed up ahead.

Pitter pat Pitter pat.
Enough has been said.

Pitter pat Pitter pat.
To death I be wed.

Pitter pat Pitter pat.
A war makes a cold deathbed.

AO