Dead Countess

DEAD COUNTESS

Dancing with the countess
Countess dressed in red
You are dancing now with her
But she’s already dead
Her face is white like paper
You’re looking like a raper
Or may be you’re her lover
A count for an hour
Dancing with the Lady
The Lady dressed in red
It looks like a wedding
But one of you is dead
Her eyes look like the glass
Her heir’s like bloody grass
She’s looking like your wife
But only you’re alive
Dancing with the woman
With the girl you had
Dancing in the moonlight
Dancing with the dead

(2003)


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