Oh! Crowned Beauty,
The world is under your enchanting spell,
a spell not ushering us to heaven,
but to hell.
A compassionate touch,
speaks so much,
but, now this touch,
is a gush of death.
Many dreams crushed,
many screams hushed,
or
left to die,
on the roadside.
Life is ill,
turning into a silence all still,
a somber silence………
a macabre silence……..
Oh! Crowned Beauty,
The world is under your enchanting spell,
a spell not ushering us to heaven, but to hell.