I need to write two letters
I need to let them know
Though I might’ve been a harlot
A traitor I was not

I hear the sisters coming
They wake me from my sleep
My time has come, it’s over!
There’s no more time to be!

I wore my high-heeled slippers
And calm upon my face
Across the sleeping city
I rode to my sweet end

Oh! What have I’ve done wrong?
All I wanted was love!
There is no such forgiveness
My destiny’s been sealed!

Twelve men are now awaiting
To bring death to my soul
But I’ll remain unbothered
A traitor I am not!

They tried to blind my sight
Not make me see my death
It makes no difference now!
I welcome my sweet end!

He raised his shiny blade
And dropped it to my death
I heard the muzzles crying!
Felt the firing of my chest!

I laid there, I was gone
But that was not enough
Against my head he fired
Now surely it was done

I need to ask two questions
I need to understand
Why’s death being brought upon me?
Why can’t they let it go?