From graves to hospitals,
She is everywhere.
She spreads her wings over the sick,
And carries them away,
To a place only known by the dead.
She has no emotion, she shows no pity,
She does her job swift and quick,
She has no feelings, she has no heart.
She's the cause of mourning and grief,
She's the cause of pain and suffering,
She is the cause of disease and famine.
One day we're all gonna see her,
One day we'll all know what she looks like,
Cause one day we're all gonna see that black angel.