On welters so sullen
he rides to his bride
ohh with the wailing dead's song
to whip on the gallop
of foulish winds driven
his will never wanes
each hoofbeat is carrying
his hull along
he will take her to the bridal bed
in oaken sheets she'll be forever sleeping
this sacrament shall be her last
in perished soils she'll be forever dreaming
lenore - death rides fast
within the cloaks
of a ravens wings
we travel forward
in the corvine winds
his flesh is seeping through the
bone skeletally morphing
palish cold and white
ohh and the spindly hair thinly covering his head keeps on falling from the skinless open-laid skull
dancing shades roaming the moonlight
she smells the freshly opened grave
feeling his sick freezing touch
eagerly caressing her neck
he will take her to the bridal bed
in oaken sheets she'll be forever sleeping
this sacrament shall be her last
in perished soils she'll be forever dreaming
lenore - death rides fast
are thou afraid
of the calling dead
the carpenters
of our wedding bed
lenore, lenore come follow me
from my grave i long for thee