Even death won't tear us apart, the grave no limitation to our vow.
Though when the silent world calls upon us, and the flow of our breath begins to stop, my passion shall shine bright as the full moon, with dry bones and skin, I will kiss and hold you close.
Without teeth or tongue, I’ll laugh at your voiceless jokes, my soulless body dancing to the feel of your touch.

For our death is but a new beginning to our oath; When riches turn to dust, our love shall only grow, In sickness and in health, we stand together— Even death is no stumbling block to our altar vow.