And on the 13th night, my shovel breaks the Earth, so
help me.
I really need you by my side.
I know that this love that I feel inside is too
unhealthy.
Just tell me that you'll be my bride.
I take your hand in mine; it feels so cold, I feel so
helpless.
I cannot take this pain inside.
Will you just kiss my lips for one last time, or is it
hopeless?
Tonight, you will be my corpse bride.
Be my bride.
So will you take my hand in this unholy matrimony?
You make me feel so dead inside.
No one could ever take your place, so do this one thing
for me:
Baby, will you please come alive?
I take your hand in mine; it feels so cold, I feel so
helpless.
I cannot take this pain inside.
Will you just kiss my lips for one last time, or is it
hopeless?
Tonight, you will be my corpse bride.
Be my bride.
[Frederick Loren from House on Haunted Hill:]
"Don't let the ghosts and the ghouls disturb you,
Love."