My Dying Bride
Her Dominion
Her throat
Labours at
At the work
Of felate
A ghoul has stepped through her skin and into God
And in this place, she is bound to her God
Bride of the rotting world, made by God
Awful and beautiful to her eyes
Because here, here, love ends, here, love dies
Come the arrival of the God of all flies
Consumed
By her own
Slow-burn
Bitter fire
Utter, utter the words of her mind
Mother, mother to all mankind
Utter, utter, "All men will fall"
Day by day, she steps closer to her crucifixion
Fair ribbons of scarlet dangle from her wrists
Hard by the gates to hell, her crucifixion
From her own
Sound creation
She is brought
Into being
From Letras Mania