The Widow And The Bride

After the dance, after the innocent fall from

The terror that lies in the hands of the damned

Under the trance, only the voices that cry in the dark

Inherit the poisonous stand

Unto corrupt, unto remain, unto escape its

Imprisoned obsession with pain

Into the heart, into the brain, into the

Mortal conspiracy taking the claim

Guilty the widow, frantic the bride

Witch of seduction, virgin of lies

Master illusionist, filled with surprise

Killer the widow, hostage the bride

Freak of destruction, thief of the night

Lady of anguish and thorn in my side

Leech of the angles, whore of demise

Ghost of creation, living to die

The curse of temptation and misery cries

The threat of extinction inherits the

Tears from my eyes

Under the night, under the sickness that

Crawls in the shadows infecting the victim within

Over the lies, over the souls of the children who cry

For the widow is striking again

On to the ground, on to the call, on to the audience

Taking its prey one and all

Into the blood, into the veins, into the face

Of humanity's reign as it falls

Ready the widow, panic the bride

Murder the madman, nowhere to hide

A badge of assassins are waiting inside

Thirsty the widow, bloody the bride

Death of creation, birth of a crime

A bitter seduction is burning in time

Child of a stranger, child of the night

Son of temptation, daughter of light

The closer you get to the answer insight

The sooner you learn that we're dead

Or we're losing the fight