End the Show - Favez, Anna Aaron

Oh Delilah make not too much haste

let me wait for death I already taste

and Id break free where I not tangled in the lace

and the rose round you hips

and its not the horses or the armies that kill me

but its one lie from your lips

Oh Delilah love jealous as the grave

my heart you rend and my head you shave

in sight of you I do not even have the strength

to bite your arm when it grips

and its not the horses or the armies that kill me

but its one lie from your lips