November breeze give to desire
Dancing on the carnal fire
Black as the knight can be
Cloaked figures come for thee
Show the gods her naked flesh
Tell teh future upon her death

This is the day of the dead

Living under watchfull eyes
The black spirit who cannot die
Roaming over ancient fields
Cloaked figures come for thee
Show the gods ner naked flesh
Tell the future upon her death

This is the day of the dead