The Devil's Bride

In the harrowing haunting hellish night,

keeper of the souls is coming near sight,

in a carriage down the darkened dirt road;

In thick mist of night his ride then slowed,

frantic fear frightens village folks to hide;

It's said the Devil has come to take his bride.

The havocing harbinger of death on the prowl,

if found you're bound in his jowled grasp so foul,

devouring desired hunger of his flesh appetite;

Evil eyes search for his bride 'till dawn's light,

his wrath cast fire in his path as he walks,

spewing lies on his foul breath as he talks,

offers a world of delight, tells her don't fright,

he'll keep her warm on the darkest cold night.

The bride is his vessel to bear the Antichrist,

At birth he'll take pleasure in her sacrifice.

The devil himself on earth will then roam,

as he tries to reclaim the almighty throne.