My Dying Bride
Catching Feathers
If my child should die before me
The sweetness of youth
A smile that sings
Eyes alight
Insanely butchered
Perverse drooling
Horrific beyond restraint
Lord of the dance
Lust is murder
For this brave man
High slaughtering general
In a white feathered army
Mort knows your name
His before your time
I'd love to see you suffer
Too much to be called a crime
The sweetness of youth
A smile that sings
Eyes alight
Insanely butchered
Perverse drooling
You cannot even pray
For you have no God
From Letras Mania