Her garden's filled with blackbirds

And her eyes are full of rain

She comes singing softly to me

Whispering my name



Her brow is crowned with mourning

And her lips are kissed with fate

She comes riding on a nightmare

With the darkness in her wake



And in my final hour

And on my final day

I'll know she's coming for me

By the sound of her wings



Her left hand's filled with ashes

And her right hand's full of dust

Shes comes laughing through the numbness

To wake me with a touch



Her bed is made of secrets

And endless woven dreams

She'll come trembling on the moonlight

When at last she comes to me



And in my final hour

And on my final day

I'll know she's coming for me

By the sound of her wings



All my days are grains in an hourglass

Every tear and every fear all must pass



And in my final hour

And on my final day

I'll know she's coming for me

By the sound of her wings