I was a candle
Lit by a noble
In the castle of pride,
A strong wind blew
The papers flew
The door opened for a bride.
Alone she sat
In the middle of the bed
Holding a glass of wine,
Oh what a beauty!
A witch's spell
Everything seemed so fine.
The proud man came
And greeted his bride
Walked closer to his golden bed,
She pulled her dagger
Stabbed the noble
And threw on him, a rose red.