A Chapter In Loathing - My Dying Bride

One evening of sober grey

She alone did not laugh

As I walk the devil’s path

Without your moon and your sin

I could not find my way

Though I fight and I fear

I will never ever pray

In a tower he sits

Aged with despair

His anger was poison

And fire and pain

Torrents of tears

Echo his dark reign

The great beast of religion

Sears me

Thy chaste breast, a ruin

Thy silent mind, closing in

His son, rampant

And gorged with blood

His face — behold horror

Armed with eyes of terror

Taking — shows no mercy

Each one of us