Death Bride - Spiritus Mortis

The mortuary horses

Were galloping merrily

When taking her away

For it was not just her funeral

But also our wedding day

In the hearse

Her beautiful coffin

Our blessed nuptial bed

How sweet and delicate the bride

So lively, even when dead

I vex my heart alone

She is at rest

They buried her

With a stone on her chest

I inhale her decay

I take her into my breath

I come upon the grave

My bride in death