Her dress a column of long white lace
Her raven hair and solemn face
They danced beside the old volcano
Her passion bold like a tornado
In Mexico that strange phantasm
Her silhouette along the chasm
They danced beside the fiery rim
She filled his cup up to the brim
She danced for all the women lost
She danced and did not count the cost
Alone upon the arid lands
She put her life into his hands