The Widow and the Bride Songtext
von Saviour Machine

After the dance, after the innocent fall
For the terror ignites in the hands of the man
Under the trance, only the voices
That cry in the dark will inherit the poison′s hand
Unto the roach, unto the plague
Unto escape this imprisoned obsession within
Into the haunt, into the brain
Into the vault of conspiracy, taking its claim

Guilty the widow, frantic the bride
Witch of seduction, virgin of lies
Master of illusion is filled with surprise
Killer the widow, hostage of pride
Queen of destruction, thief of the night
Lady of anguish, a thorn in my side
Leech of the angels, thorn of the bride
Ghost of creation, living to die
The ghost of temptation, a victim reprise
The breath of extinction inherits a tear from my eye


Under the dance, after the innocent fall
For the terror ignites in the hands of the man
Under the trance, only the voices
That cry in the dark will inherit the poison's hand

Under the dance, after the innocent fall
For the terror ignites in the hands of the man
Under the trance, only the voices
That cry in the dark will inherit the poison′s hand
Unto the roach, unto the plague
Unto escape this imprisoned obsession within
Into the haunt, into the brain
Into the vault of conspiracy, taking its claim

Guilty the widow, frantic the bride
Witch of seduction, virgin of lies
Master of illusion is filled with surprise
Killer the widow, hostage of pride
Queen of destruction, thief of the night
Lady of anguish, a thorn in my side
Leech of the angels, thorn of the bride
Ghost of creation, living to die
The ghost of temptation, a victim reprise
The breath of extinction inherits a tear from my eye


Under the dance, after the innocent fall
For the terror ignites in the hands of the man
Under the trance, only the voices
That cry in the dark will inherit the poison's hand

Under the dance
Under the sickness that crawls in the shadows
Infecting the victim within
Over the lives
Over the souls of the children who cry
For the widow is striking again
Striking again
Striking again

Unto the ground, unto the gore
Unto the audience taking its pay one and all
Into the blood, into the veins
Into the face of humanity's greatest fall

Bled be the widow, panic the bride
Murder the madman, nowhere to hide
The flesh of assassins are waiting in time
Thirsty the widow, bloody the bride
Death of creation, birth of the bride
A bitter seduction is burning inside
Child of a stranger, child of the night
Son of temptation, daughter of life
The closer you get to the answer inside
The sooner you learn that we′re dead or we′re losing the fight

Losing the fight
Losing the fight
Losing the fight