A white lie my bride on her silken sheet red as the blossom of crimson deeds her dress is stained by the sins she craved I am damned I fear I can not be saved with a smile she kissed my life goodbye and so begins this gothic lullaby
carnal, her intentions she whispered to me a shameless invitation to the cemetery to play in the moonlight where the dead are laid to rest to rejoice in the flesh among the ghostlike silhouettes of the statues and tombstones surrounding the scene where love tumed into the most horrible dream the truth of her nature so cunningly concealed was in the heat of the moment suddenly revealed
aroused by the passion that flavoured her kiss bewitched by the heat she rode me to bliss she bid me to enter the cavern of sin the temple flesh erected therein I drank from the nectar that streamed from her well while she opened my veins and the gateway to hell lost where all hope of salvation and grace the path of the damned was for me to embrace
white lie my bride in our foul retreat so cold and pale in her winding sheets far from the sun in a desecrated grave I am damned I fear I can not be saved
wicked wicked vile saturnine stygian shadow among shadows malign wicked wicked vile saturnine stygian shadow among shadows malign
plague bringer harbinger of gloom and demise a pestilence disguised an apparition of life plague bringer harbinger of gloom and demise a pestilence disguised an apparition of life