The Slaughter

I tell a tale about a boy
It starts with murder
An accidental love affair
That went much further

She took the spell and lit it well
But found herself in hell
The more she felt the more she fell
And now a story to tell

A perfect grave in the ground
A perfect soul lost and found
But not before
The slaughter
The slaughter

He ripped her heart out from her chest
And took his treasure
She took the knife and slit his throat
For good measure

Be careful who you pray and tell
For life is but a test
Love is not an easy game
But more a mortal quest

A perfect grave in the ground
A perfect soul lost and found
But not before
The slaughter
The slaughter

A perfect grave in the ground
A perfect soul lost and found
But not before
The slaughter
The slaughter
The slaughter