'He looked down on me my eyes meeting his as he asked. "will you be mine?" His blade pressing deeper into my throat. "Will you the bride of death?" My eyes still on his I utter a meek yes.'
'He looked down on me my eyes meeting his as he asked. "will you be mine?" His blade pressing deeper into my throat. "Will you the bride of death?" My eyes still on his I utter a meek yes.'