And one night

when the moon was full and its silver spears

pierced her mournful heart

gently up the creaking stairs

allready more dead than alive



Weak and weary

pale and cold

blood still flowing

si it is told



At the top she dropped to the floor

just outside my bedroom door

silent as a dying day

with a whimper she passed away



tis said from shadows grey

devild come to take her away

as her sin made heaven reject her

hell set out to resurrect her

born of evil and all that may dwell

in the darkest, the deepest of hell

so tis told in these here parts

the devils bride she became

when hell took her heart

centuries ago, maybe more

still she comes to my bedrrom door