died Her shadower?s boon when the moon glazed over Lipped with blood and secrets pried For on and in they spread her wide That seraph bride the Devil
your arms You're my bride - I'll die for you Eosophobic wedlock - forever by your side I won live to bid you farwell You're the embodied core of darkness Pure
his songs to his Sara Jane the folk singer His songs filled with love made the mountains ring the folk singer At first Sara Jane was to be his bride
sing his song to his Sara Jane the folk singer His songs filled with love made the mountains ring the folk singer At first Sara Jane was to be his bride
Guys in rides with their future brides Stopping for a light in a child's line of sight On the hubcap TV set overhead a Pan Am jet Engine level heat
everything a chap can unload Is sold off the barrow in Portebello road. You?ll meet all your chums in the Portebello road There?s pure inspiration in
Babs: When I see troops of carrieges go marching to marriages My heart always bleeds for the bride, For I know that her honeymoon Will soon seem a funny
welkin now become uproarious, Oh, ding-a-dong-a-dell! [ENTER MARY, ESCORTED BY FULTON] ALL: Clear the way! Hail the bride! Sweet and gay- Here comes the bride
whisper loud or censure slight For lords are not afeared their stock to lose Where no stock may be taken or be kept No property be granted, nor no bride
for things that you can't provide Who no longer bears resemblance to that soft spoken flower You were so desperate to have for your bride Too much conversing
ceaselessly unto my own grave. Such was my vow! Aye, this bride of Masayuki steel, ensorcelled by wizards at its forging... to me she is as pure as the
- Wind is raving through the Trees and touches roaring the crystalline Seas) The Moon looks round in sweet Delight in this pure Mood I invoke my Bride
. Please smear it into my eyes, dark mistress in a daimonic disguise... You looked at me hoping I was an angel underneath, but inside I am pure evil
not a movement You're purely amusement The poster boy for Xerox and the role model for parasites You serve no purpose You're purely decorative And
sun slips the tearaway stars Into the scented scheme of night I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose Set upon a marbled dream of white So pure of thought
died Her shadower?s boon when the moon glazed over Lipped with blood and secrets pried For on and in they spread her wide That seraph bride The Devil
, explaining how to live The trails of those before, beliefs for you explore Priests read scripts of faith, take a vow of celibacy To be pure and of god