One or five it matters naught
For in the end I am distraught
The tide runs red we mourn the dead
I just hope my spirit caught

In the arms of those that worry
I fear not and do not hurry
Pluto gains another mistress
And I dein to meet his shores

Have me or have the others
A sputtering diatribe that escapes my coffers
Offer me a sweetness kisses
Mine them from the deepest quarry

Dally not to meet me
My words shall beseech the
At his ashen shores
I fall