Before His Hands Form Frost Upon My Breath

Before his hands form frost upon my breath And pierce me with his dark immortal night I plan to play a game of chess with Death Distant and in the dark he took my Beth I fear not; but her eyes...this fright I'll fight! Before his hands form frost upon my breath Must I intake myself amounts of meth? To win a match and moments more of light I plan to play a game of chess with Death My strategy shall speak of Cain and Seth And Abel's life, trapping his king and knight! Before his hands form frost upon my breath Methinks myself more morbid than Macbeth My throne is life, fear vanish from my sight! I plan to play a game of chess with Death Before my coffins' head is crowned a wreath, Before my eyes evolve forever white, Before his hands form frost upon my breath I plan to play a game of chess with Death