Blood rains down,
Harsh sounds litter the air...

She's suckered you in
That temptress of sin...

A bandit man,
A hundred years ago...

I'm so angry on the inside,
Blood boils under alabaster...

I wonder everyday, what oblivion is like.
I felt myself fade away once and liked it...

I will hurt.
I will need...

Outside a swirling tempest
Fills the morning sky...

On a night that I shared in a field
Of magic and imagination...

Arm in arm we walk,
Upon the broken glass...

I see no sweetness in this,
Only pain through bitter tears...

How deep goes the rabbit-hole?
The chasm of my soul...

She stands a'front the alter
His pale pallor of bride...