Jacob,
now a dead man,
lie under the willow tree still waiting.
Waiting for his bride
Not knowing
That she is dead as well
But as she died
She never waited for him
Still he lie there
Nothing but a stone shell
Of his past self,
He use to be strong...
But once he was blindfolded by the woman in white
He hallowed himself and asked her
'Will you be my bride?'
What a fool he was
To ask wile he was blind
So he never saw that
That the beautiful woman in white
Was a beast
now a dead man,
lie under the willow tree still waiting.
Waiting for his bride
Not knowing
That she is dead as well
But as she died
She never waited for him
Still he lie there
Nothing but a stone shell
Of his past self,
He use to be strong...
But once he was blindfolded by the woman in white
He hallowed himself and asked her
'Will you be my bride?'
What a fool he was
To ask wile he was blind
So he never saw that
That the beautiful woman in white
Was a beast
