My Dying Bride - The Return of the Beautiful
Please leave
I think I’ll close my eyes now
The first sunshine was mine
Look for me among the flowers
Sleeping with the Earth
My Dying Bride
The pity I fashion
Through a rain of tears
A tragic opus
Immeasurable loss
Tearful I rest
Bask in my growing sorrow
The females is such exquisite hell
Lay my obscure hands upon you
Macabre, erotica, passion
Even in death, beauty is with you
I extol you with loud praise
You will grace my procession
Why shouldn’t I indulge
In my own desires?
Bare your breasts to slow kisses
