Lyrics A Cold New Curse - My Dying Bride
By
beauty
and
by
fear,
Along
with
hunger's
tears.
By
the
last
of
the
day's
heat,
The
broken
women
weep.
So
take
my
dying
soul.
It
never
felt
so
old.
I
thank
my
enemy
For
having
thought
of
me.
Desires
on
the
shadow
of
God.
Who
becomes
the
last
to
fall?
Hate,
in
the
soul
of
them
all.
Do
we
live,
awakened,
hoping?
Raise
your
eyes
to
him,
for
him.
Here
it
comes,
closer,
closer.
At
every
hour
death
seems
closer.
Long
shadows
surround
me,
call
me.
I
feel
its
hand
upon
me.
I
smell
its
death
upon
me.
And
its
midnight
conquers
me.
And
now
– it
is
me!
Carry
the
old
words
home
And
lay
them
into
stone.
As
hard
as
the
earth,
We
leave
a
cold
new
curse.
Unknown
words
lying
Under
my
speech
dying.
Where
the
altar
should
have
been,
Can
no
longer
be
seen.
I'd
seen
bastions
fall,
And
I
pity
your
war.
I
seize
your
thorn
And
I
am
known
to
all
whores.
I
danced
in
a
dream.
I
did
not
make
a
sound.
I
have
seen
what
I
cannot
receive.
Whispering
my
given
name.
Unfurls
the
fingers
of
flame.
Nameless
sons
and
daughters
of
sin.
Step
forward
when
you
hear
the
bells
ring.
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