The house once filled with laughter and delight Home to shrill nothingness Now hear the wind pound the doors She screams the peaks My sneering wedding choir But a far greater force lies inside Has come to claim her wedding night Restless, she roams the upstairs rooms And screams the breathing walls Her draging footsteps from the staircase The bloodchilling rustle of her gowns, as she comes close Save sanity in a little box in my head Her icy fingers touching the nape of my neck She has come to claim her wedding night Demanding what's hers, my righteous bride
Her shape plunges me into dismay Still with her I must lay For I am the enthralled numbed by the sight of her It's been a while where black roses bloom It's been a while where happiness mourns I sink into her embrace, her maddening whispers Her nails diggin' my skin reentering stigma With ashen lips and coarse tongue She feeds from the old wounds And she'll take me to a moonless heaven Into the weary night For she shrieks my soul with Those empty sockets of despair My righteous bride