"If looks could kill, then you would be death.
Scythe and obsidian cloak, bony skeleton arms, masked by your beauty and wandering charms.
But you're not just death, you're the reaper, girl.
Your seraphim face, that look in your eyes, slays countless legions and proves even happiness dies.
Don't hide from the world my sweet angel of death.
Look into my eyes and pilfer my breath."