Lyrics The Manuscript - My Dying Bride
Within
the
words
lies
something
cold
A
glow
of
light
from
one
so
old
Every
page
calling
my
name
Symbols
excuse
me
of
all
blame
Your
presence
here
astonishes
me
The
colossal
things
that
you
will
read
Just
breathe
my
name
to
set
me
free
Your
soul
alive
will
be
my
fee
And
one
by
one
the
numbered
fall
My
duty
is
its
own
reward
Better
do
ill
than
suffer
it
Alarming
fingers
of
my
wrist
My
name
is
dark
and
my
want
will
claim
thee
The
command
to
weep
has
now
been
given
This
is
how
the
words
are
freed
And
the
lashing
whip
of
utter
greed
A
ruined
soul
and
empty
man
A
lost
shaow
so
old
and
damned
An
awful
martyrdom,
so
holy
and
feeble
A
winter
face,
lonely
eyes
A
husk
containing
bitter
lies
To
sleep
now,
buried
away
To
be
read
again,
to
be
obeyed
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