The Devil's Bride

The icy cold surrounds her heart,
And into death she does depart,
The shadows fading in her wake,
And far above the heavens quake,
Speeding through the sky so dark,
Black devils wings do now embark,
To trap thine soul within a grave,
From which no creature can be saved,
But search no more for whom you seek,
For once she’s found you will be weak,
The coldest ice in you shall dwell,
And you’ll follow her straight into Hell,
To take your place down by her side,
The Prince of Darkness and your Black Widow Bride.