Moonlight beams trough the clouds
That run trough the night,
Casting shadows around the corpse of the bride,
She stands still, it would be a wonderful sight,
If only she was alive!
Ah, if only she was alive!
Beast and ravens will not touch her body tonight,
And only the Moon beams with indifferent light,
Her beautiful eyes peering deep in the night,
If only she was alive!
Ah, if only she was alive
The corpse bride
© Copyright: Белая Ушастик-Путаник, 2007
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