Burried alive with her white silk dress

Lurking in the shadow of a dead tree
Poaching in Treresson’s fog, a long dark autumn
Ankou’s coach hitched to black horses
Embellishes the courtship’s ritual, sordid and dirty

A lady with no name
With a bunch of flowers
A long october sigh

Shapes of malignant intentions
Silent thugs face the pious innocence
Informal noises out of the earth
Bestial screams that renders the air

A lady with no name
With a bunch of flowers
A long october sigh

Acts of vengeance from these faceless men
Hangmen’s hand holding silent gifts
Burrow his grave like a dog digging for a bone
But the lover is only a prey in his pit

Ruined, tarnished, Defiled…
Ruined, tarnished, Defiled…

Buried alive with her white silk dress
You have dishonored us
Exhumed in her outfit of damnation
Your virginity is consumed by Death

And always nearby the castle
A cold wind chills my ears
A humming entity by the waters
A dark melody of wonder