كلمات After The Death

I wanted her to see me in glory In my hour of victory I wanted her submission I wanted an admission of defeat I wanted her to see me triumphant Glorious and radiant Grovelling at my feet Writhing in abject defeat And now there's no-one left to be Now there's nowhere left to see No way to be free After the death of the old enemy After the death of the old enemy She closed the door and left a mirror there She cheated and left me standing here Death and its finality Reflecting my own mortality She stands through the mirror With a glass in her hand Champagne on the piano And a mouth full of sand