Death walked by my street, tonight,
And I could tell because I felt her,
that black cloaked beauty who beckons,with her hollowed holy hands, that none can negate!

Death walked by my house, tonight,
because the candle I keep lit on my windowsill blazed vividly, flaming a vengeance void of heat,
like a cold red siren signalling that time was to stop!

Death walked across my doorstep, tonight, 'cause a song of woe that I learnt to keep locked up,
in that...