A Bride Asleep....

With a kiss on virgin lips
She hears a mourning bell,
She puts that anguish and torment
To an end
With her death...

The red is for wedding and the red is for blood
The blood paints the wedding
On the canvass there emerges
A picture of a bride...

A bride that knows not
The misery befalling her
She bewitches the world
With her eyes closed...

O! She knows no pain
She- The bride asleep...