My bride I bury this day In a silk litted box my rose withers I can hear her soul calling to me Mournful whispers fill the night
By your grave I sit weeping The dead come to comfort me In my immortal suffering Thought, triumphant in evil I am nothing without my queen
Sheddng the blood from my veins I summon thee back To rule in blasphemy at my side Just one kiss And we shall ride the blackened winds For all eternity
