paroles de chanson Your Broken Shore - My Dying Bride

From my deep silence, they feed the fire
Building a gift from this broken liar
Forsaking your face, my fingers blind
I touch the lonely face of your crime
The doom of your, your broken shore
It washes over me, hair woven of the sea
Your sleeping boat drifts away from me
A broken sister now out at to sea
I have lived through the depths of time
I spilt the blood and she was the crime
The doom of your, your broken shore
It washes over me, hair woven of the sun and the sea
The doom of your, your broken shore
It washes over me, hair woven of the sun and the sea
The doom of your, your broken shore
It washes over me, hair woven of the sun and the sea
The doom of your, your broken shore
It washes over me, hair woven of the sun and the sea
Stolen from a dead man's heart
Remember me sad, I was your art
The voice of my blood orates
Touched by the sacred horrors of the hour
The doom of your, your broken shore
It washes over me, hair woven of the sun and the sea