I made an even better one: La Danse des Morts, Pour Toi Seulement

I guess I must admit it now
You held me in a trance
This game we play has got to end
May I ask you to dance?

The day and hour of reckoning,
Of Grudge's time to show,
Is set, for you there's no escape
There's nowhere you can go

An orchestra of ghosts and wraiths
Starts to raise the timbre
But though I'm strong, I must admit
I felt my soul quiver

Fear wove all that I'm wearing now
Hate made it fit just right
She even gave a lovely knife
With which you I shall smite

(You're gorgeous, too, I must admit
In Ego-woven cloth
Quite seamless, fits you perfectly
No tears, nor mark of moth)

I walk into the dreaded hall
I'm fearing for my life
My garments, underneath them all
I hid my fearsome knife

You waltz a bit too fast for me
I'll keep up; hell, I'll try
And though my smile shows happiness
My heart can't help but cry

Yes, I heard the music tremble
I felt the stop in rhyme
From the wind-and-string ensemble
And my knife tells me it's time

And while I face my darkest hours
My love's a joke, you tell!
My knife will cut your heart in half,
And send you straight to hell!