I could not imagine the satisfaction of the horror within her eyes
Her voice is an amber that has not aged a day
Her pleads are a melody to her impending harmony
What could you give me, what would you pay me
To take it all back, remove the stains from my bride
Offering is meager, bribery is not your look
But I know your color and I'll paint these walls
Crimson stains and sacred rites
A covenant of the good lord
Can't be surprised, may be surreal
How good do you think this knife will feel
What were your vows, death do us part
I play the part and death will do you part
Beg, come on, beg for me
Come on, plead, please, now bleed for me