Broken Bride Unites

We're waiting for the day
When the broken bride unites

Where innumerable songs are sung
And many languages flow into one
And many hearts are as one
When the broken bride unites.

Yes, her feet have run to the east
And her eyes look to the west
And her hands reach for the north
And her ears hearken
to the sound of the south.

Where the wounds of centuries are healed
As the bride takes a bath
In the blood of her jealous groom
Who would rather die
than find another bride.

When the broken bride unites.

The groom has a longing deep within
To be united to his broken bride
But the bride loves life in separation
She forgets the touch of her groom
And the groom still sings
And the groom still waits
And the groom screams
And the groom groans
And the bride forgets
And the bride wallows in the ashes
of cheap yesterdays.

Let the broken bride unite.