36

[mini q]

In fiery flight we would leave this hall
The Holy house, House of God will fall

To death they go with music and song

To death they go with music and song
But our dread simply must go on

I feel our need to feed goes on
For our greed, watch them bleeding on
This hour's ours, with open arms go on

Crowned with thorns and pain was he
Raised our hands and slew him utterly
Crimson waves of the tears of war
This is what we were put here for

Eden falls, Mercy for life
I hear their calls
Stood and watched them die
Heaven crawls.
Wings burn on high
Beauty falls.
Beg unto me why?

Fold thy raven wings
'Tis our duty, darkness brings
If this day be our last
Our victims await
For they are vast

In fiery death we will crawl away
Content we lived for each and every day
Black and burned with a stench of decay.

(с) My Dying Bride

@темы: кумиры