Текст (слова) песни: My Dying Bride - She Is The Dark
A cruel sleep `cross our land All withered and dying As the fall, the victims They`re dying a sad death In our land, we lay down And suffer again
A dark girl`cross our land Is pacing. Is preying And with her, a fever A marching black fever No eyes see. No features Just black form, suffering
You have her sympathy You have her tears She tries only to take All your fears The pain she feels When she drinks your soul Is hers to suffer It is her toll Believe me, she`s helpless When she curses our land When she swallows light It`s not her hand
Poison awaits when you kiss her Her heart cries out for you, for me Untold misery is hers to serve out for eternity Out cold. Mankind will stay forevermore if she gets her way She can`t help it. It`s her curse To sing your pain in her own verse
She is the dark The nightmares you hide The pain you feel The suffering inside Though she was like you Through her dark past But now, the conqueror Her choirs vast Oh, please forgive her As mankind dies As angels weep And heaven cries
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