This way down.
Yes, that's it.
Snow white gown
Short a bit.
There you go, girl,
have no fear.
Golden curl,
sparkly tear...
Walk right to me,
see my eyes.
Don't look gloomy.
No more cries.
Take my hand and
smile to me.
Independent
you will be
from now on from all
your choices.
Down you'll fall.
My heart rejoices.
If you think that
it's not right,
follow me, dead,
through the night.
I will show you
Gates of Heaven.
Wedding gifts...
You sure will have 'em.
Really, want this
Paradise?
Go ahead, just
throw the dice.
I'll ask one thing
in return.
You marry Death
- your soul I'll burn.