Lyrics The Burning Coast of Regnum Italicum - My Dying Bride
My
black,
feathered
breast
Unto
comes
o′er
mast
& sail
Look
upon
a
broken
site
Torn
apart
through
wind
& hail
Lead
me
to
the
chaos
of
water
As
I
reveal
myself
to
you
A
fall
from
God
is
a
blessing
unknown
It's
rivers
deep
from
which
I
drew
Where
is
the
burning
city?
Great
Naples,
it′s
kings
alone
A
hunger
roared
and
reared
A
fool
suffers
in
Rome
Mon
enfant,
prends
patience,
Bientot
la
nuit
tombera.
Dors,
si
tu
peux,
Et
reve
de
pays
merveilleux.
1 In Your Dark Pavilion
2 Of Lilies Bent With Tears
3 Of Sorry Eyes In March
4 That Dress And Summer Skin
5 And Then You Go
6 Seven Times She Wept
7 She Heard My Body Dying
8 The Distance, Busy With Shadows
9 You Are Not the One Who Loves Me
10 Vanite' Triomphante
11 A Hand of Awful Rewards
12 The Music of Flesh
13 The Burning Coast of Regnum Italicum
14 And All Their Joy Was Drowned
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