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My Dying Bride
My Dying Bride




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The Stories (1994)
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The destroying genius of idols
Will shroud the world with utter lies
Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis
Portraits have spoken their masters distress
Icons with kisses, tell me who have seen this
Failing Enochian tapestries
Depict the prince of fallen virtues
In almost poetic rhapsody
Masterbate to the sound of the knell
The Patchetic stench of dying children
Perhaps our fall is certain
Limbs entwined in absolute contoursion

Please put off your veil
Your heart is blameless
And I shudder for knowing it

A hot May makes a fat churchyard
And Lychfowel breed in chaotic frenzy
Her cry was the saddest of all earth's sounds
Trauma bites hard the hearts of Kin
LyricsSwept away by a moments sadness
They say rage is a brief madness
By way of the beloved's farewell
Give back to nature what we first did take
And monuments would slowly fill
The agendas' of Kings and Queens
In silence our faces bleed
The holy voice torn away by the gale

Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you
Love is a game where both players cheat
Gone is the tale of Hero and Leander
Women are angels yet wedlock's the devil
To have and to hold but death no longer parts
Harlots and sluts, whores of our world
Expose their stinking vaginas'
Many who have no will of their own
Hold their souls towards the sinister bloom
Are you rich oh lord of vanity
As you peddle your wears of cruelty
Dressed up so you look the part
So blind, it's ignorance you wear
Quite brutal beyond belief
Sores that weep their septic tears
Dragged out through war torn lifetimes
And death shall feast on us all
The mills of God grind slowly
The adorable light of that which is most divine

The fascination of her shape
With mansions of awe and splendour
Elegant in simplicity
So at last your faith rewards you
Through fields enriched with pastel shade
And fragrant lavenders soft to smell
You laugh and drink wine of no great age
Nature does scent the farthest shores
Face to face your angelic host
All hopes in you imperishably kept
Is God your wish and all your dreams
If your body is frail then yes by all means

Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you


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Remove the marks
Uphold the race
How the king is blind
Endowed with joy
Irritable speech
Break your back to help the wrteched

My blood has learned what fear is
My skin itching insane
My mouth spills with excrement
Eyes burned away

My spine crooked and stamped on
Feet nailed together
Genitals savaged with broken glass
Snap my ribs for pleasure


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Hang over me the drape
Of superfluous Horror
Aside Nocturnal trapping
Wallow in my Art
Crying and dying
My sexual ecstacy

The crimson stream
That flows from you

Magnificent, Supine,
Red heaven gapes at me
Dragged across putrid ground
Mother scorns my glove
A vile red heap
I gorge my selfish dream

Polite garden party
If only they knew

Lick the eyes
LyricsTo make them shine
Peel the peach
Cold with time

The weight of fantasy
That is not even mine
Smell her wounds
Rich more than wine

The crimson stream
That flows from you.


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Beauty is fragile, and time eats at it
This passion play
Smothered in effort, The thrash of naked limbs
Glistening skin
Close your eyes, the whispered sighs
Frightening lust
Sweet was her breath, tasted by mine
Words are more effective when concealed
Through the halflight on her body
My fearful hands tremble their way
Take me, anywhere that you like
Hold me, deep within. Do what you like
Take me, anywhere. Warm the night
Take me, take me, take me
With the lights low, and you naked on the warm floor
Me besides you, softly kissing, caressing
Make love to her while she's crying
I could die now, and die happy


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Il en coute A qui vous reclame
Medecins du corps et de l'ame
O temps! O moeurs! J'ai beau crier
Tout le monde se fait payer


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The pain never stops
The race ignore me
I sit here twisted, and it hurts me.
The Son is near
His way made for him
Among the hopes
Ten thousand suffering
Oh how my heart aches
The brilliant stories cascade about me
To be handsome again
Thou art all deformed, and I feel your pain
What I touch with my hand, I touch with my heart.
The affection of stillness
Kiss the hand that blesses me
And as the panting ceased
My blood runs now fierce
This when I was young, before I knew nothing
Now I'm the hunted, for the guilt that stains my hands.


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Lay down with beasts, and welter in my gore
Fill your cups of Christ, I am the bloody earth
Bright, riding in heaven. The player in rags
White Bat is death? Feed it to pigs

Rise to be a king, shining with power
Down silent avenues, I live on

Life
You owe yours to me
Wear
Me around your neck
Kneel
And cry for me
Son
Father please help me

Safe delivery of a handsome child
Merry and sweet looking
My endeavours to rise seem useless
But I will fight the distance between us


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If I live you will be sorry
I have a thousand forms
If I live you will be sorry
Uninjured by your tongue

If I live you will be sorry
I have a thousand forms
If I live you will be sorry
Uninjured by your tongue

We've lived with our suffering
But now...?

If I live you will be sorry
I have a thousand forms
If I live you will be sorry
I'm working to ensnare you

My desire
Turn loose the swans

If I live you will be sorry
I have a thousand forms
If I live you will be sorry
I'm working to ensnare you


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See the light and feel my warm desire
Run through my veins like the evening sun
It will live but no eyes will see it
I'll bless your name before I die

No person in everything can shine
Yet shine you did, for the world to see
All a man hath will he give for life?
For life that's lost bleeds all over me

I'd fallen before but it never hurt like this
Don't leave me here to crawl through the mire
I'm without fault before the throne of god
Take from me the crown of sympathy

What do you think you'll see?
What do you think there will be? Sit down!
Did you see the sun?
What will we become? Great ones?

The mouths that dare not speak his name
LyricsBehold them, raised, complete and fine
The battle for our lives is oh, so brief
Take my hand and please walk with me

When I was young the sun did burn my face
I let its love and warmth wash over me
The melting voice of many, in the hush of night
Whispering tongues can poison my honest truth

Come dress me with your body, and comfort me
I dreamt of a dead child in my sleep
I wear a terrible mark in my head

my clean, white bed
It calls to me
I must lie down
and I want you to lay with me, in sympathy

No sad "adieus" on a balcony
For one last time, just walk with me
At the beautiful gate of the temple, we must be saved
For deadened, icy pain, covers all the earth


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