Evoken by curse in the pale glance of moon.
Now rises through dirt this wretched corpse of young groom.
To enter her room that candles of fraud illume.
Now leaving his tomb in the pale glance of moon.

Wed to the night...
Till death them unite. Our young groom's at the door.
She's dragged underneath to sleep forevermore.

Wed to the night... forevermore...

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