One year later, still traumatized by her ghastly screams

He tastes and smells her burning flesh

In his most sickening, hypnotic dreams

These illusions seemed so damn real

What a nightmarish ordeal!



My lady's corpse was never found within the remains

Even her skeleton dissolved

There was no proper burial day

What a shame that heavenly beauty could not stay

And something devilish stayed to play



Corpse, corpse..



His name was Manfred, his father was a German count

Depression hid companion until his pounded, cold corpse shall be found

Depression!

Now he is suffering a severe form of psychosis



Corpse in a nebulous creek



I saw something white dwell through the woods like a macabre dead bride

Trembling with fear, still cannot believe

That like a false dog it kept staring at me



Corpse, corpse..

Corpse, corpse..



Seriously considering suicide

Shall I drink the poison, cut my wrists or hang myself high tonight?



He made a choice and took a ride along the farthest trees and then,

When they jumped a misty creek, he fell and broke his neck

Was he insane?

No!

She came back and pushed him, so sad..



Broke his neck

Horse shot dead

Broke his neck

Now he's dead!



Now he's dead