• Content I sit upon my throne of skulls,
    My veins cold,
    My heartbeat silent,
    Death be not my master,
    For death I am.
    I await the souls of the dead,
    That I may take them onto their next life,
    My veins be the not coarse with crimson,
    Heart make not a sound,
    Death be not my master,
    For death is I.
    My porcelain skin,
    See not the sun,
    My shadowed silver eyes,
    See not the faces of the living,
    My heartbeat silent,
    Death not he be my master,
    For I am the goddess of corpses,
    Death is me.
    Here I sit contently still,
    Awaiting your soul,
    Upon my throne on skulls.