Ian Bruce and Victor Besch Black Wedding Day
Текст с Bandcamp а: BLACK WEDDING DAY (Ian M. Bruce, Victor C. Besch) The guests stood silently clutching their handkerchiefs Thoughts of the bride; tears filled every eye. Her skin so smooth. Porcelain pale As she gazed from the gallery on her own wedding day. Some sang reservedly, Some counting rosaries. Father of the bride couldn t give her away. But he did give the eulogy, hope in the tale, Which was heard by the bride on her Black Wedding Day Managing their misery, filing past family But the groom stands alone. He s got nothing to say. Cruel was the hand of fate, twisting the tail. Robbed of his bride on his Black Wedding Day Wedding guests everywhere. From the graveyard they stand and stare The bride sees her casket go deep in the clay. palms to the chosen one. She will not fail To go not alone on her Black Wedding Day. from Ain t That Pretty , released February 22, 2016
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