Seven seals seven rings seven brides for the Scarlet King They gather round the natal bed the foolish and the wise They fear the child yet to be born whose voice shall rend the skies The faithful watch the forest for the coming of the King Their lanterns bright they wait at night for the new world he shall bring The dragon waits in shadows, his breath will scorch the land The hero in the castle draws his sword and makes his stand The princess in the tower is hidden far away But nothing under heaven can keep The Groom at bay They gather round with leering smiles the soulles and the dead Though her soul unwinds the cruelest minds will keep her in her bed The potter told his prentice to prepare him seven jars Six he made with grace and skill the last his hands did mar The cretin moon no more is howling gone its mourning black In their dreams its face is prowling come to take them back The King is in his courting clothes, the brides are in their beds The unborn princes wait in sleep to raise their eager heads The hens were in the henhouse and seven eggs did lay till the fox crept in by dark of night and stole the eggs away
Six were broken by their bindings six no more shall sing Comes the seventh full unwinding and all the bells will ring
When the first had given birth then all the birds did sing Her screaming cries did shake the skies as she called out for her King
By doctors blade the second bade a life into the world Untimely hewn neath a silent moon the Kings red flag unfurled His bride the third remained unheard her cries for help ignored She stopped her life with a surgeon's knife and gave it to Our Lord The fourth prepares a dagger and places it at her heart The perfect cure cannot make pure what the King has set apart
The fifth ones crown was bearing down upon the foxs set The den was sundered with mighty thunder an apocalypse beget.
On the sixth day the walls gave way and the oceans turned to ash Her birth gave work, as the earth shook underneath the Kings fell lashThe seventh bride will break the tides the moon no more will shine There comes a day not far away she'll birth the death of timeThe doctor never tells his god which one he really seeks Instead he hides himself away and quietly he weeps
Their god own voice he makes the choice declaring with their wordIn fear and pain let her remain lest she be like the third
The doctor's gun ended his run as he put it to his ear as she was defiled the pitied child he gave it to his fear.