A hallowed covenant in stone, We stand beneath the harvest glow. The crimson leaves begin to fall, Within this grand and lonely hall. You wear a crown of silver light, A witch's grace to rule the night. I watch the shadows paint your face, In this eternal, cold embrace. Ours is a love that cannot fade, In shadows where our vows were made. Though centuries may pass us by, Beneath this moon, we never die. A gothic dream, a timeless bond, Of this dark world and what's beyond. I hold you close, my immortal bride, With nowhere for our hearts to hide. The clock is still, the hours freeze, A chill wind whispers through the trees. Your eyes contain a thousand years, Too deep for any mortal tears. We waltz across the dusty floor, Behind a heavy, bolted door. The world outside may turn to dust, But in this darkness, we will trust. Ours is a love that cannot fade, In shadows where our vows were made. Though centuries may pass us by, Beneath this moon, we never die. A gothic dream, a timeless bond, Of this dark world and what's beyond. I hold you close, my immortal bride, With nowhere for our hearts to hide. Ours is a love that cannot fade, In shadows where our vows were made. Though centuries may pass us by, Beneath this moon, we never die. A gothic dream, a timeless bond, Of this dark world and what's beyond. I hold you close, my immortal bride, With nowhere for our hearts to hide. The night grows cold, Our story told. Till time stands still, We always will.
