When A Witch Becomes A Pale Bride Lyrics - Singles - Bishop Of Hexen

When A Witch Becomes A Pale Bride 

Muster scarce trails to pursue the final tales 

I might appeal once quizzed, tested & feeled 

Oh, these cuts-cut-open and observed 

Though barely alive-cautiously preserved 

Molested are my cries 

Dispersed like transparent rime 

Yet strangely I see trees 

Which assail with stabbing scenes 

Thus maladies & their remedies mix 

So violently they create loathsome tricks 

Labyrinth of angles-so twisted 

Shape & form the inevitable- 

Through the hexen's mind 

Through the sharpness of her nails 

Into her grim thoughts he now sails 

Lame and sterile pain 

Becomes now the most desirable pain 

Washed to a pond of tears 

Emptied to a valley of the gifted fears 

Goblets of wisdom dried 

When a witch becomes a pale bride 

To the raving beauty of a doubt 

A garland-old & worn-out 

"Here lies he who never lyed 

Whose skill so often hath been tryed 

Their prophecies shall still survive 

And ever keep their name alive"