Then slowly he did bare his teeth
And slowly he came nigh her
And all that he could think to say
Was dear bride, I am a liar

I am a prince, of royal rank
But a prince of darkness, I be
And you my dear, are but a sip
A draght that will delight me

A sip each night, to plump my cheeks
A sip at dawn for good measure
Then we'll sleep away the cursed bright day
Again rise at dark for pleasure