Sucre Ve Mead

To look upon her face is to accept death now
How all of these men have died for you without a single word from your mouth
How one woman can bring such a plague of death to us all
Now I may die because of you but I will die with my pride
And if it is my end my end I will make it such an end

Your poison makes men abide and serve you until their deaths
All over this “sanctity” you will not win over me
And if it is my end my end I will make it such an end
Death will come to all of us in this place our demise!