MY DYING BRIDE
Turn Loose The Swans
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Sear Me MCMXCIII
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Your River
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The Songless Bird
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The Snow in My Hand
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The Crown of Sympathy
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Turn Loose the Swans
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Black God
Total running time: 58:15
Aaron - Vocals
Andrew - Gutar
Calvin - Gutar
Rick - Drums
Ade - Bass
Martin - Violin/Keyboards
All songs by MY DYING BRIDE
(p) 1993 VILE Music. (c) 1994 PEACEVILLE Records.
Recorded & mixed at Academy Studios, West Yorkshire, in June & July 1993.
Engineered by Mags.
Produced by My Dying Bride & Mags.
Female vocals on Black God by Zena.
Mastered at Transfermation, London, By Noel Summerville.
Black God lyrics supplied by Ian and corrected by Matthew.
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 me self, 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 though
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.
Your River
Your blooded body is what I cling to. In powerful rain, they laid 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 holds a feast of danger. The suffering you have had to bear. I'd die
for that moment one more time. The loved one falls below your ideals.
Pleasure too safely enjoyed lacks zest. The brave lick their sickening lips.
Rigid, handsome and a poet. A king in his passionate castle. Where now?
Feed me! Hold me! Save me! Save yourself! Where now? Which way? Dear God,
show me. Take your own. Struggle free! Arise! You're ruined! Stand down!
Your kin, piled thick around you. Save yourself!
The Songless Bird
The very deepest of your wishes. Climb up high, take my hand. Tread
carefully through these sickening angels. Look at your God. Look at the way
he stands. The uterine murderess dies herself. Let me show you all my рain.
Sardonyx lays waste to your eyes and leaves you blind. Gone is the day.
They that did feed, delicately. Feed on me. The call has come, from bird
and beast. Insect and serpent, and all that lives in the sea. And cities of
fire, rip through me. My life a widower sad. On your knees, smell your
disease. If I live you will be sorry. I have a thousand forms. Uninjured by
your tongue. I'm working to ensnare you. Couple your name with cruelty. The
mother of dying children. My hatred is unnumbered. It rises in my breast.
We've lived with our suffering. But now...?
The Snow in my Hand
I've seen them. So dark. Black. And yet fine. The flower they carry had
on once been mine. Get away from me, man of stories. Robe of lies. Stay far
from me. I lie to myself (its not hurting). I need help, but not from you
or your father. No! Jesus Christ. Who's my saviour? Lose myself in Gods
death. No! I can't bear all this рain. I had watched the snow all day.
Falling. It never lets up. All day falling. I lifted my voice and wept out
loud, "So this is life?".
The Crown of Sympathy
See the light and feel my warm desire, run through your veins like the
evening sun. It will live but no eyes will see it. I'll bless your name
before I die. No person in everything can shine, yet shine you did, for the
world to see. All a man hath will he give for life? For life that's lost
bleeds all over me. I'd fallen before but it never hurt like this. Don't
leave me here to crawl through the mire. I'm without fault before the
throne of God. Take from me the crown of sympathy. What do you think you'll
see? Whet do you think there will be? Sit down! Did you see the sun? What
will we become? Great once? The mouths that dare not speak his name, behold
them, raised, complete and fine. The battle for our lives is oh, so brief.
Take my hand and please walk with me. When I was young the sun did burn my
face. I let its love and warmth wash over me. The melting voice of many, in
the hush of night. Whispering tongues can poison my honest truth. Come
dress me with your body, and comfort me. I dreamt of a dead child in my
sleep. I wear a terrible mark in my head. My clean, white bed. It calls to
me. I must lie down. And I want you to lay with me, in sympathy. No sad
'adieus' on a balcony. For one last time, just walk with me. At the
beautiful gate of the temple, we must be saved. For deadened, icy рain,
covers all the earth.
Turn Loose the Swans
So little of what we observe, is the girl herself. Elaborate, scented
coiffers. Adieu d'amour. Vast is the heirs ballroom. Let the rich give you
presents. Heaven pours from her throat, as she sings and as she dances. The
fumes of rich swine, honeyglazed and dripping, playing in the air. My mouth
eager and wishing. But I return to this nightingale. Her hair all fiery
red. Deep it is and wild. My weakness will be fed. Boys whipped on the
alter of Diana, sometimes until they died. The cunning, wily merchant, and
his four crippled horses. Tales told in warlike manner. The storyteller by
the fire. While musing deeply on this sight, the songster stirred my desire.
You are sweet and fine to listen to. Long tresses about your neck. Yet much
is false. This mighty evening, I've seen no face. Turn loose the swans that
drew my poets craft. I'll dwell in desolate cities. You burned my wings. I
leave this ode, splendid victorious through the carnage. I wanted to touch
them all. I wanted to touch them all.
Black God
