You're waiting for her rising From the dead the whole night through You're sitting sullen at her bed You saw her eyes come glazing And your eyes are wet Because she is dead She's gone – you gaze a dying Ghastly grin upon her face You're drinking, sunk into regret You keep her body lying Touching her blonde head You know she is dead Now everything is dirty And the world is black for you You're killed by misery and dread You see it's rigor mortis Blood is turned to lead Sable doom won the bet - she is dead