Countess of Filth

I must do what I have always wished
I have kept my pot of gold

The horn shrieks, thunder roars above
Shouting blasphemy to my acts
I have slain the three gargoyles
I have made you cry, my tools are dull

Blood stained daggers leaves me empty
Hoplessness drives me mad
I smiled a lot for what I've done
Follow her i this land of dark mists
My decaying bride

I now lay on a bed of decay
Tears drop down as she arises
Ghosts gasped, they painted themselves with blood
I've revived my lovely maiden
Can my foes defeat my desires for passion
I would not do the wrong thing;
I'm so confused by this day
Faint screams echo through silence

The pain of death had haunted me
As an exchange to the sunshine i've lent for you
Death will never accompany you
In this world of decay
Never you will join me below the asphalt...