(I recommend listening to a creepy song while reading this.)
The day he died I cried, it was our wedding night
The church had burned, but I escape
After we said I do
I saw him die in front of my eyes
Foolish girl they had said
He should have lived
He saved my life, but no pity for him was ever took
The rhyming scheme wears thin with age as I tell this tale each time
For I cannot bear this much longer
10 years I may say
But it may be longer
For now I am scared
For I see that flower
The burnt and bloody flower that fell into my hands
Fell with a promise
For we shall meet again
Now I hear a rapping at my door all through the night
A tapping, a knocking, for it gives me a fright
I shout go away, but they keep on knocking 5 times
Then I stops and then I see my dead lover in front of my eyes
Not as he was before the fire, but for I am surely tired
He is burnt and bloody and missing his eyes
I hear a grumbled moaning of a wail that must be mine
For my lover dear I write this hear one last time
I love you so but you may be so, move onto the next life
Do not stay here for me for you scared me all night
I shall come with you for this time
'Till death do us part you have chimed
Chimed and chimed again in my ears
In the wind for I
For I need to die
Dance my last dance into the fire A blaze for I will come
The depths of hell with you
For Satan there is god
