My Dying Bride - Sear Me MCMXCIII

Pour yourself into me, 
our time approaches so near, that I sigh. 
What danger in such an adorer?
We dance and the music dies. 
We carry them all away,
as we glide through their lost eyes. 
You lift me above myself,
with the ghostly lake of your mind.
Arise from your slumber in my arms. 
Your beauty took the strength from me. 
In the meadows of heaven, 
we run through the stars.
Romantic in our tastes. 
We are without excuse. 
We burn in our lust. 
We die in our eyes and drown in our arms.




My Dying Bride - BLACK GOD 


Thy every look and every grace
so charm whenever I view thee,
'til death overtake me in the chase
still will my hopes pursue thee

Then when my tedious hours have past,
be this my last lesson given
low at thine feet to breathe my last
and die in sight of heaven.