Death, reaper of souls empty, outcast, alone
Spies out in the fields beauty so fair
So seizing his chance takes her away with him
Where sunlight can't reach and mortals wont dare
Hope, while there is hope freedom she may yet find
But, try maiden not the food or the wine
Temptation is strong you must resist his charms
One morsel you try you're his for all time
Alas she proves too weak six seeds have passed her lips
But merciful death allows her to go
Six months must she stay six months she's free to go
Spring, freedom above winter below