Death Triumphant - My Dying Bride

A coldness pouring out of me

Come hither to me, as I preach to thee

So wake up, as I preach to thee

If I can’t conquer the atlas of your body

Then help me lord

Reach for me

I raise my arms up to thee

I love you with the tears of all my sorry life

Thy sunrise gushes into me like burning gold

In moonlight I see yourself

Naked, for me to hold

You have a eulogy for the world to see

Up there with the stars, for mankind to see

I was cynical

I was beautiful

The deep secrets in my eyes

There was something there

That made me aware

A drop of passion in your eyes

Where she lays free

There’s a portrait there

That looks just like me

In great Babylon

Right down by the sea

Fear keeps on coming on

Take me far from this dark

Enslave all for the world

End this now, close us down

There’s a portrait