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| My Dying Bride | |
| Songs Of Darkness, Words Of Light (2004) | |
| # 1 | The Wreckage Of My Flesh [Extreme Vocals:] Awful man, Debris of bad home, A killer and apathic Loathsome I've become. Acreature so undome. Wretched and broken. Cannot find my faith. Any God will do. Nothing said is new Nothing said is true. Fly away my hope. The embrace of shade holds me dear. Eats me away. Loose the dogs of disgrace upon me. I have no faith. Raise the poor outcast I have become. I am undone. Calm is the air. Still is the sea. The valley of death keeps calling me. Rest my eyes from the world. This dying place, it's so absurd. Oh, Christ above, whom I love. Lost to me. My snow white dove. Make this day like the night. Song of darkness. Words of light. Pulling down my heart. I won't forget my lovers heart. With utter loathing and scorn, I was somehow born. Strewn in black decay. None shall I obey. The wreckage of my flesh. The nakedness of my death. |
| # 2 | The Scarlet Garden I know no shame The empire of my desire Gathers you into my fire I hope you fall. Hope you call, My filthy name. It makes you crawl On you knees, with all your pleas. Lay down there, look up at me. Are you alive my dear,and breathing? Are you diseased my dear,and bleeding? I'll lift you high my dear, I'll have you dreaming. 'Tis time to say farewell, to your pleading. Poor devils as thou art. A ruin at my feet. Go drop your little life, and welcome up my sleep. So briefly at my side. So simple in defeat. No more lies utter from you. From mine eyes I must take you. No longer wise. Nothing is new. Tears for my trembling faith. You shall not die unsung. Goodbye my dear, you wicked thing. I have no tears, beautiful thing. No silver pail to catch them in. So ends this tale you did not win. |
| # 3 | Catherine Blake So vile men's torment was truly a pleasure A plain that would change mankind for ever more Catherine Blake slept fitfully in the summer night. In the heat. She murmured gently and moved smoothly, this way and that. Oh, the beauty. Her luscious eyes, delicate fingers, clawed at her sodden bed. Catherine smiled. Took a fabulous breath of summer air and tasted death. Die Erorians' visit had been successful rewarding. With night of female screams of whimpers, lustful dreams. Night followed rampant night of delicate soft gasps. The ultimate attack on Heaven and it's glories. Seduce them as they slept, oblivious to their midnight tryst. The seed of doom was planted. Phantom raped in their dreams. The sad ones take their own lives. Slay their men night after night. Catherine Blake dreamt of a horror. Of passion too and of terror. Over her silent breast, shadows swept, shades caressed. Motherhood was destroyed by the seed and laid to waste. A great rift was born. Men and the world were torn. The daggers went in deep, vile and sickening. Women swept awat all infancy from their wombs. And still the Lord God remained silent, no utterance, no movement, no tears. The earth became red. The cutting machines of man. Disgust and hatred for the lives of woman. The butchery, the savagery,did spill unto themselves. A chorus of agony from Heaven and Rain poured In a colossus of angels tears. The creature of all sins. The lord of the bleakest abode. Did wonder at the silence. What did the Almighty know? All Hell did fill with the screaming souls of dead men. The mighty army of God did stand and wait, Hoping our lord would unleash them all. The great fiery pit. Hordes ripped apart. Chaos ensued, screaming from the dark. Observing his darkened child, in the miserable corners of earth The great heart of God will heal up the earth. The Lord watched as his beloved slipped silently Back into the darkness below. |
| # 4 | My Wine In Silence Where are you now my love? My sweet one. Where have you gone oh my love? I'm so alone. I only think of you. And it drives me down. I only dream of you. Come here My lover I'll keep you I will change you Come here My slave You will live Forever Screaming Crying My lover With you I'm gone At last I'll come to you. Take my hand. Hold me again. Please take my hand Who are you?! What were you?! My beauty I can't tell How I feel How I felt You have paid For your un-kind-ness With You I'm done At last Please hold me now my love. Where are you now, oh my sweet love. |
| # 5 | The Prize Of Beauty I cannot turn my life unto you. A storm of ebony hair. A hail of wickedness. Handsome as a God. Wild and shameless. Given the prize of beauty. Image of wretchedness. Divine like no other. Kiss the poison breast. Flamed like the sun. Lives made undone. Words soft as snow. Souls claimed and won. An opiate drugged haze. Beds of shapeless dust. Cries all night. Dreams of my filthy lust. Lair of hopelessness. Mires of sorrow. Never fails. Our lives are borrowed. Hold fast my soul. She waits for me in my dreams. Every night misery brings. Haunts my day. Haunts my wake. Oh, my lord can't you feel her grow, inside of me. Tearing my mind. For once my lord please help me Believe in you. She claims the day in her name. Over you and over me. We dare to be ourselves. Next to her and all her war. She comes our way and takes the day, From my hands, it is her way. The milk of woman fill up my Branching veins and lonely heart. Trembling children she adores, and gives flight to her art. When April sheds her fitful rain, Glory be, we may live again. Truly my hope will perish within her. Truly as always I cannot forgive her. Cruelly she keeps me near to her. Forever to this day. |
| # 6 | The Blue Lotus Under the darkened, Ancient oak Gentle in the nights breeze I stop and stare, rest a while With hands upon my knees Through jaded leaves, bush and scrub I spy my journeys end Black it looms, silent gloom The castle called Avend On I trot, past forest eyes Past horrors of the night Through the dark, I see a sign A gentle glowing light Upon reaching the castle I ascend the ivy Towards the golden window My heart pounds my breath is rushed As I fight both brick and branch The ledge is mine and over I sweep Silent like the falling snow Quiet, I slip across the polished floor Tonight, I will dine with chance The Blue Lotus, a legend, I thought a myth Old poems and stories gone A beauty of unimaginable lust Both men's hearts, and Gods, were won Skin like milk, an angels face They say her smile could kill Her hair the blackest of all black Stories I thought Though, still So there she lay sleeping upon the bed Half covered by fantastic silks Her breast I see, moves with her dreams A sight I will always recall A single candle that showed me the way Through forest, river and hills Glows upon that lovely skin Shadows dancing around the walls Closer I creep, toward my prize The Blue Lotus lies before me Her lips are full, red as blood Moist as they invite me Stoop I did to kiss those lips In that glowing room When suddenly, she did awake, Her eyes filled with doom From silks, her hands were round my neck Escape there was no hope A brief flash of teeth is all I saw And gone was my throat Her bloodlust deep, she swallowed me Red was all I saw She drank her fill and watched me fall Gently to the floor A league away my death is found By locals who tens this land Who lay me down in shallow earth A single Lotus placed in my hand |
| # 7 | And My Fury Stands Ready Come from where you hide. (So I may) unchain my tempest. None will stop my tide. (And you will) tremble at my unrest. Find you I will (And take you) up into your Heaven. Commeth soon the kill. (For I have taken) kings and feeble men. And my fury stand ready. I bring all your plans to nought. My bleak heart beats steady. 'Tis you whom I have sought. Feasting myself sick, On your pathetic sins. Wound for me to lick. The work of slaughter begins. In my face see your killer. You can wish me away. In your face I still see her. No more shall you betray. In her face (she) saw her killer. Thou shalt not pray. |
| # 8 | A Doomed Lover Your unbreathing sleep. Our dreamless bed, Is mine to keep. In my dark eyes and frozen arms, Nothing lives 'cept my harm. Now you're worn with years. Years and sorrows. Like saint with arrows. Once again I see an end I watch it die with a humble sigh. Calm these tide of sorrow. He leads me away and I follow. Sighs and then slumbers, Wakes and sighs again. Opens up the eyes, Sees the ghost again. Our dying love, it prays in vain to live, And pleads for help, I simply cannot give. My devoted love takes tiny backward Steps away. Loneliness aplenty spread before me. |
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