Thy Sister Thee Crimson Wed

On a night in late October

Just before the time of dawn

Thou went into thy sisters' chamber

And seduced thy own blood

Through her window, in late October

Moon were changing into sun

Thee left thy bride, cold and silent

Sleeping, resting until next time

Longing for her precious beauty

Her darkened hair and pale white skin

No more resting for the wicked

Even in thy own cold grave

Suddenly, in late October

Another night, a different time

A curse was spelled, woe to thee

Her neck was poisoned by a cross

With tired eyes she looked upon

Thou, her sister, late and fair

Standing close her maiden bed

With fearful gaze, and spiteful smile

With cold pale fingers, she now dragged

The scornful cross from the bleeding neck

Joined her sister, in late October

United on this silent night

A pact beyond both grave and death

Sleeping beside her very own flesh

Since this night, forever and ever

Thy sister thee eternally wed

"....Seduced by her sinful treasures

On her lifeblood thee was fed

Embraced by her nightly pleasures

Thy sister thee crimson wed...."