Imperial

Drinking Wine From The Wounds Of Our Dead Wives
So take your vows and seal them with a kiss Pour out your lives and seal them with a kiss Vows that fail with a kiss We will not sympathize with the life With the path you have chose You have lived Fill these wounds with wine Drink these wounds dry And drink into vengeance Drinking wine from the wounds of our dead wives [x3] Lips once soft now razor sharp Body once warm now dead, cold I take your hand in sickness and in health Or until I feel this love is dead And with this ring I will destroy your heart Dear so called love till death due us part We drove her to her grave And never thought of who it would affect To be one Death to me Goodbye my bride From Letras Mania