• Dead on his darkest day
    Dead on the floor she lay
    His bride murdered by rumors
    Torn apart by lies

    A knife in her hand
    Cuts on her arms and legs
    In her lie maggot's eggs
    In the decomposing flesh

    Was she to be happy
    Had she lived
    Her reputation she dreaded,
    The reason her veins lay shredded

    He has now gone crazy
    Carving her name in the wall
    She was never glad
    And now her groom has gone mad