The dame once happy now at rest
Beauty now a wilt
In darkness gloom,
Death visions loom
In ravens lust aware
As whitest gown
Grows black at dusk
Ashes to Ashes
Dust to dust
And ashes yet,
Fear death as well
In heavens light
Or in wrathed hell
Shall slumber feast this ravenous rust
Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
