Drinking Wine from the Wounds of Our Dead Wives - IMPERIAL

So take your vows and seal them with a kiss

Pour out your lives and seal them with a kiss

Vows that fail with a kiss

We will not sympathize with the life

With the path you have chose

You have lived

Fill these wounds with wine

Drink these wounds dry

And drink into vengeance

Drinking wine from the wounds of our dead wives

Lips once soft now razor sharp

Body once warm now dead, cold

I take your hand in sickness and in health

Or until I feel this love is dead

And with this ring I will destroy your heart

Dear so called love till death due us part

We drove her to her grave

And never thought of who it would affect

To be one

Death to me

Goodbye my bride