Every night she travels through these wooded areas with grace.
A ghost from many centuries ago, a veil with a hidden face.
Looking for her one true love that disappeared before her time.
Lost in darkness but ready to shine.
Every year on the day she had died.
She planned to kill Every last bride.
She never got that chance to be one.
For her face was destroyed from bullets of a gun.
Now before we get into that sad grievous story, Know that she is lingering around.
Lost in the shadows of this outrageous town.
Every night she searches for her victims to take back with her on that mournful night.
But only one will die and be taken into the shadows delight.
Every year someone's fate will rise to the skies.
Ashes to ashes one fallen bride.
This ghostly woman ain't no fool, with her long, long nails she's ready to kill.
Along this wooded area and up upon the highest hills.
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