Lyrics from the poetic accompaniment I wrote for ”These Mortal Arms”. Credit to Snowflake for the nudge. Performed with an electoclash or post-punk backing in mind, but adaptable for other purposes.

Lyrics:
Death is not a hunter
she’s a lover
waiting to deliver a warm embrace
and comfort in the whispering moments
in the twilight between
this and the other
an ear to hear confessions
a voice to sing of hope
a presence of silence
and perfect peace

We all have an accounting
but first we all have a date
with a perfect woman
in a perfect gown
graceful and reassuring
but with a cold smile
and colder eyes
behind the kindness

We all have an accounting
but first we have a date
on the last day of breath
and night falls on the days of life
on a whisper and wind she comes
pouring from the shadows like liquid cat
soft steps on stone like mumble
and voice the rings of a thousand bones
perfect and love is she
our future bride
who waits to take us on our honeymoon
beyond this world of decay
to death everlasting
in the world beyond

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