Withering Surface
Whorebride (live)
As She Enters The Church
In Her White Dress Ready To Burst
The Whole Crowd Spelled By Her Charm
Not Knowing She Cause Such Harm
Cuttling To Hhe Fathers Protection
Knowing She Will Never Face Rejection
But Can She Decline And Protect Her Pride
No, She Is The WhoreBride
She Is My WhoreBride
Til' The End Of Time
The Rings That I Bought
The Flowers That I Gave
The Presents That I Brought
To My Future Wife/Bride So Fake
She Is My WhoreBride
I'm Cursed For The Rest Of My Life...
From Letras Mania