The terror of being left alone never leaves me Unspeakable woes gather me up forever To your breast, morbid weather Watch this face, still a child Eyes
The terror of being left alone, never leaves me, unspeakable woes gather me up forever to your breast, morbid weather watch this face, still a child,
The terror of being Left alone Never leaves me Unspeakables woes Gather me Up forever To your breast Morbid weather Watch this face Still a child Eyes
Vertaling: My Dying Bride. Die smart van Ouderdom.
age is a malady of which one dies augury of a better age sages as far as the beard their wounds smelled so sweetly temptation, the father of my lust chalcedony
Mournful is my glance Bloodred are my tears Love and pride Are vanished with dawn Light are severed threads And entwine me in darkness My soul is dying
