down their heads to die. Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep the sights of me. It's sad that, in our blindness, we gather thorns for flowers. Your river
to suffer Your misery is your majesty Though your skin may burn and your wounds bleed The only real ache is between your legs You've learned well, through your Hell Your
laid their heads to die. Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep the sights of me. It's sad that, in our blindness, we gather thorns for flowers. Your river
Oversættelse: My Dying Bride. Din River.
Take your own Sick with fever And cry out loud To God Your sorry own Will be piled upon me That I can't see My God I've cried for earth More than once
Weeping with you. Arms around them Keeping with you. Feeling their shiver Flowing with you. Without your men Drowning with you. Deep in this river Tired
my procession Why shouldn't I indulge in my own desires? Bare your breasts to slow kisses Who are you that lies dying, right beside the river? Away
of my life, I've been so happy While I have had you by my side And now you say, you're gonna leave me For to become someone else's bride Oh, the river
