Tekst:
My Dying Bride The Angel And The Dark River

me, girl I hate with as much passion as I love And so now, your time's come, for me girl The end. Your end. And my birth Walk away. Laughing away Remember you always, and

down their heads to die. Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep the sights of me. It's sad that, in our blindness, we gather thorns for flowers. Your river

own Sick with fever And cry out loud To God Your sorry own Will be piled upon me That I can't see My God I've cried for earth More than once But rivers

Lie beside me on the grass They're fighting me for thee mistress of beauty, thine eyes do shine Can we run forever? Does nightfall shine? Angel of mercy

oak Gentle in the nights breeze I stop and stare, rest a while With hands upon my knees Through jaded leaves, bush and scrub I spy my journeys end Black