She is the song of winter on the breeze She is the eyes that watch from the trees She has come for the corn and the leaves And she will take you down Dark is the power to tear you apart Cold is the hand that rests upon your heart Sharp are the blades of love's cruel darts And she will take you down Sweet is the taste of d**h on her breath Sweet is the song that calls you to the Dead You are the same, you and all the rest And she will take you down Your power and your numbers will not save you in the end And neither will your wealth, your courage of your strength When the time comes, there is no defence And she will take your down And the chieftains and their women, the ladies and the who*es Will know the fear of d**h unknown when she kicks in their doors There is no escaping the conclusion of her laws And she will take you down The Captains and the Generals, the merchants and the thieves The priests and the nuns, the princes and the queens It matters not if you do or not believe For she will take you down And all the poor, the sick and the broken You shall all be free and you will all be taken You will all be saved and none shall be forsaken For she will take your down