Your evil bride is waiting for you outside She dyed her seashell dress scarlet and has decided
To not walk down the aisle With her usual fake smile She must have thought about it for awhile Before she became so hostile It's not my fault she can't abide His usual fake style And she prefers the windward side And wants to do things the way she decides
She wants to bide all her time travelling worldwide And learn how to scry Then see how those things coincide If she is out of sight It's because she does hate lights Since she has to bite She only lives at night
She knows exactly what you saw Because of the threefold law In spite of her best endeavours She could not change her behaviour She is surely one of a kind And everyone thinks she is fine But if you'd see inside her mind You'll never guess there what you'd find
A squandered soul maybe And a bad memory of a banshee: A recent event that happened under a bead tree No one ever noticed that she lives in misery But that's the price of life when you're accused of witchery