Текст песни Vast Choirs - My Dying Bride
Burdens
of
grief
that
weigh
against
me
Aid
my
tired
eyes
in
their
search
for
pitch
Your
kinds
heart
now
pines
For
whom
the
gods
love
dies
young
Wrapped
and
confounded
in
a
thousand
fears
The
sadness
I
present,
smiles
with
tears
Where
once
I′d
loved
now
lied
forlorn
beauty
And
wars
abhorred
by
mothers
No
man
lives
so
poor
as
he
was
born
We
don't
remember
pure
sensations
Gaze
peacefully
into
the
past
I
am
dust,
and
to
dust
I
shall
return
Belial,
Mephisto,
both
shall
burn
me
up
Devour
my
sad
whimperings
The
cutting
whip
is
mine
to
feel
No
symphony
in
mind
to
colour
my
dreams
Poena
damni
Sorrow
everywhere
Please
pray
for
me
When
deep
sleep
falls
on
men
Father
hold
me
I
am
yours
to
bear
Ad
te
In
the
play
which
he
has
written
for
the
world
Night
is
the
mother
of
sleep
Old
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
shines
like
the
new
born
Stricken
I′d
raise
my
dripping
limbs
Splendid
was
the
innocentcs
fall
Laugh
to
scorn
would
our
foe
Amid
wars
laws
are
silent
Drop
by
drop
in
sleep
upon
the
heart
Falls
the
labrious
memory
of
pain
In
the
rich
upheavel
of
vast
choirs
Death
shall
flee
from
me
Misericordium
et
judicium
Adhoest
pavimento
AD
te
levavi
ocolus
meos
Verba
mea
auribus
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