 
The symbol of death reflected in her eyes 
Feelings of remorse suggest a shattered mind 
Remembering how she let the flame expire 
Watching the line draw deep into the mire 
The flames grow higher illuminating her lies 
But for one last time her true beauty shines 
Under the shadow of her wicker tomb 
She seeks reconcilement with the one she slew 
Once the back is turned the deed is done 
Watching the pyres light against the setting sun 
Time grows short as the pagan chants arise 
Emotionless she stands with Karma by her side
The waning sun barters with the night 
As the embers below begin to rise 
The lick of flames drown out her cries 
Until only ashes blow into the mourning skies 
The flames grow higher illuminating her lies 
But for one last time her true beauty shines 
Under the shadow of her wicker tomb 
She seeks reconcilement with the one she slew