Walk across the aisle
Where your Stygian Bride
Awaits.
Swarthy skin ‘neath the veil
‘long with another fate.
There was a gown
Across the floor,
A Bouquet of
wine at her side;
While a smile played the piano keys;
Her teeth decayed within.
Through the film you look upon,
Through the film you see
That Death is staring back at you,
Back at you and me.