seven seals, seven rings. seven brides for the scarlet King
they gather round the natal bed, the foolish and the wise. they fear the child yet to be born, whose voice
shall rend the skies.
the faithful watch the forest for the coming of the King. their lanterns bright, they wait at night for the new
world he shall bring
the dragon waits in shadows, his breath will scorch the land. the hero in the castle draws his sword and
makes his stand
the princess in the tower is hidden far away. but nothing under heaven can keep The Groom at bay
they gather round with leering smiles, the soulless and the dead. though her soul unwinds, the cruelest
minds will keep her in her bed.