Deaths consort Stretches her fingers Breathes a hushed sigh With gentlest touch She draws the end nigh She walks past headstones From dusk until dawn Her slim figure cloaked She is merely his pawn She's heard it all, The cries and the pleas; There's nothing she can do For death so decrees That pergatory comes first Before heaven or hell With the final chime The clock bids a black farewell She leads them to her boat The moaning and crying The faceless barrage of Of the dead and the dying