Unwary lad what can my words now do
To warn you of a fate you cannot see
My poor young lad it’s there awaiting you
Prepare your soul for there’s nowhere to flee

Why can’t you feel the eyes with you in sight
Why can’t you sense that soon your life will end
For soon you’ll know the anguish of its bight
And soon upon your heart it will descend

Unwary lad turn back it’s not too late
I shout to warn him of an end so near
I see his eyes close as he meets his fate
His dying sighs now echo through my ear

My poor young lad so unprepared for this
Another lad now taken by a kiss