And one night  when the moon was full and its silver spears  pierced her mournful heart  gently up the creaking stairs  allready more dead than alive    Weak and weary  pale and cold  blood still flowing  si it is told    At the top she dropped to the floor  just outside my bedroom door  silent as a dying day  with a whimper she passed away    tis said from shadows grey  devild come to take her away  as her sin made heaven reject her  hell set out to resurrect her  born of evil and all that may dwell  in the darkest, the deepest of hell  so tis told in these here parts  the devils bride she became  when hell took her heart  centuries ago, maybe more  still she comes to my bedrrom door