And thus she stood before him
Mistress in angelic guise
Body clad in fake roses
With the scent of man's demise
A raven on his shoulder
Beckoning to the grave
To the captain, he payed silver
Into cold hands, six he gave
Ride to the gallows
Through the dust and the sorrows
As day fades away
Chosen of anathema
Born in chains, cannot rise
White wings are torn asunder
As demons rip out her eyes
Midnight tears run down her face
Who knew they were so cruel
Innocence to suicide
Born to a world of fools
Ride to the gallows
Through the dust and the sorrow
As day fades away
Cold to the marrow
See the lights of tomorrow
As night fades to day
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