All was broken
All has broke
And all shall break again,
Unless sweet bells
Doth ring their tune
Above thy love dear Ben

And who was now acquainted with
Thy lovesick melody
Not the bride
Not the friend
But the bride to be

Listen not to the stories told
For they are all, regaled from ole’
With all your heart’s intentions; behold

All was broken
All has broke
And shall break overtime
Apologies, spilled from his lips
Like poison into wine

The bride, heart smothered, with tainted grin
Smiled sickly sweet to see
Not the groom
Not the friend
But the bride to be

Hear not the tales told
For they all regale, from crimes of ole’
With all your heart’s intentions; behold

All was broken
All has broke
And all is breaking now
As lovers ghosts parade the halls
She’ll take her final bow

No paramount could be found
Witness to the scene
When love turned red
Who was dead?
The bride
The groom
And bride to be

So tell not of stories told
Nor of love regaled from ole’
And with all your heart’s intentions; behold.

All was broken
All has broke
And all shall break again
When thou play the game of love
You cannot but end up dead