She looked almost dead at sixteen years old She looked almost dead at sixteen years old Black haired girl Translucent limbs and translucent arms Her translucent skin is draped in black velvet Black haired girl Face as white as death, her stare is deep and cold Face as white as death with lips as red as burning coals Black haired girl When she dances she sways back and forth When she dances her dress sweeps the floor With this death on her tongue A pain in her heart The lines carved on her back are a work of art Black haired girl With this death through her heart A pain in her back The lies dripping from her tongue are a work of art Black haired girl When she dances she sways back and forth When she dances her dress sweeps the floor When she dances she sways back and forth Like a corpse that's hanging from a dream