Now He Is Gone - Bride

On a hill there is a spark

Where the light would spread and strangle the dark

A little girl stands at the door

Looking at the blood stains on the floor

Now he is gone, my little darling don’t you cry

For he will return, you must decide

Through the city they carry a man

Washing their hands in the brandy of the damned

Torches burn oh so bright

Burn out the day burn out the night

A soul cleaves unto the dark

It melts for heaviness in the musk

The stranger wandered the face of the earth

Coming with the answers or on a search