As I draw up my breath And silver fills my eyes I kiss her still For she will never rise On my weak body Lays her dying hand Through those meadows of
As I draw up my breath, And silver fills my eyes. I kiss her still, For she will never rise. On my weak body, Lays her dying hand. Through those meadows
Tłumaczenie: My Dying Bride. For My Fallen Angel.
. Creatures for the maim I'll come for you soon for my God is my want Your eyes. Your face. An angel for the world to see My God is my want Sickle in
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
for the early resigned We can rent a paranymphic glider My hypothetical friend And we could sail away to the bending end Grab Big Dog a blanket Angel of my
Feel my hands Touch my pale face My touch is vulnerable like a dust It brings you lust He came on wings of the wind His vision in mortal mistress dream
For the early resigned We could rent a paranymphic glider My hypothetical friend And we could sail 'Til the bending end Grab Big Dog a blanket Angel of my
