Accuse the lone women and burn her at the stake
To convict her you will do whatever it takes...
Going to were nightmares grow
In a place I would never go...
I stare into the dark I'm filled with fright
As a demon comes in the night...
She stands a'front the alter
His pale pallor of bride...
Passion Consumes me
Emit fire from my eyes...
Broken wings and a broken heart,
That's what left now we are apart...
It has four stanzas, each containing four...
*FINALLY FINISHED...
A question asked by the groom
Ruined by a unending doom...
Take me to the end
Cut...
The waves drag me down
taking away my breath...
An angel can be good,
or it can be bad...
Woe
Woe unto her who died by Cupid...