Paroles de Black Widow

Time is red Time is deadly Time under glass Time will tell The tale of the widow Who walks her web Mourning the night Mourning the dead Did you lose him to a broom Trapped in a corner of the room Or was it under the foot Of the marching black boot Is it the loneliness of night That makes you reach out and bite The unawakened flesh You lady in distress Oh you poor poor suffering Murderess!