Do Funeral Não Irá Escapar

Hey, dear deceased, your attention
Or whoever among you has hearing
I will tell the too melancholic story
Of a corpse bride thirsty for peace

Your turn will come
Death will come, no matter the customer
You may hide and pray
But you will not escape the funeral

Our girl was quite a beauty
But one day she met a cruel man
He was handsome, but penniless
And the poor girl fell for the villain
Daddy said: No! She wouldn't listen
And so the lovebirds plotted to flee

Your turn will come
Death will come, no matter the customer
You may hide and pray
But you will not escape the funeral

They agreed to meet
In the middle of the night to keep the secret
Mom's dress served them well
Who has love doesn't need riches
Except for a few things, as a precaution
Like the house's jewels, a million-dollar ring

Near the cemetery, under the flamboyant tree
A dark fog, three in the morning
She ready to go, but where was the beau? (and then?)
She waited (and then?)
In the shadows, would he come? (and then?)
Heart beating! (and then?)
And then, dear ones, everything went dark

When she opened her eyes, she was dead, then
The stolen jewels, what a disillusion
The girl swore she would wait
For a true love to come and save her
Always waiting like this, she followed in peace
Until the distinguished man arrived
He joined her and the real story
Of the corpse bride came to an end

Your turn will come
Death will come, no matter the customer
You may hide and pray
But you will not escape the funeral