Fog flooded the field
Graves lit up by the moon
A rumble came from deep below
A hand broke through its tomb
The ring on her finger rusted
Her wedding dress gashed and worn
Wails for her absent lover
Who never came to mourn
She trudged the rows between the graves
Unfaltering on the path
Her vengeful rage propelled her
The ground shook from her wrath
At last she stumbled upon their home
Drawn to ring the bell
In a waltz with someone else
Her broken dead heart fell
