Along came a suitor
Who shook my splendid web
I rose and turned with a lady's grace
And saw with eyes glowing red
Who would dare tempt their fate?
A fool for sure come to play?
All too soon it will be too late. Here at bishop's grave
Slowly through the darkness
His heart beat through my web
There he stood with ring and rose
But all I saw was red
Who would dare tempt their fate?
A fool for sure come to play?
All too soon it will be too late
Here at bishop's grave
Will you? In a whisper
Will you? Asked the brave
Will you? Came the question
To me at bishop’s grave
Everything is still now, warm and divine
As I bask in an aftermath caught in a black diamonds shine
Heavy is now the finger of I who weaved the web
And it's hard to know where the rose petals end and his sweet taste begins
He who dared to tempt his fate
A fool for sure here to stay
Together forever from this day here at bishop’s grave