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