paroles de chanson Of Sorry Eyes In March - My Dying Bride
Destiny
marks
your
life
With
a
knowing
indie.
The
act
of
desire
has
walked
on
by.
An
ancient
soul
limps
from
your
eyes
It
is
just
your
[tear?]
left
to
it.
Flies
lie
dying
on
your
soury
lips
And
on
young
love′s
broken
wings.
And
the
stone
that
lets
you
drown
You
are
not
worth
stopping
for.
The
Earth,
With
all
its
blessing
And
the
endless
[patterns?]
of
night.
Lay
a
raft
of
gold
for
you
My
field
here
Is
where
we
end.
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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