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Her lips are build of marble pallor

Her eyes are made of purple gloom

Her hair is weaved from black crow's feather

Her temples adorned with nicest bloom.

But there is no warmth, no instant breathing

Pulsation has long ceased

And kisses she would have freely given

On his splendid face, have long decreased.

He thought that her body was covered

With flowers and leafs so green

Now soaked with rain - a solid moisture

A pledge of the withering redeem.

Three years he was searching for her

His bride, adorned for him

Now she lies in his wide arms

The seeds of death within.

He drank, ate coke and opium

Until he thought she'd coming back

He buried tears and moanings

Swore war to the living and the dead.

He's led into the darkened chamber

To the coffin, their last cold lair

He'll endeavore to arrest attention

by striking the closed iron door.

In terrors, in falling in slumber

Her picture appears in the dark

And hidden in shrouds, he's entangled

And remained and he rotted, erect.