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 agains, striking agains, striking agains

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
Losing the fight
Losing the fight
Losing the fight