by My Dying Bride on album The Voice of the Wretched

I've seen them. So dark. Black. And yet fine. The flower they carry had once been mine. Get away from me, man of stories. Robe of lies. Stay far from me. I lie to myself (it's not hurting). I need hel

by My Dying Bride on album Meisterwerk III

by My Dying Bride on album Songs of Darkness,Words of Light

by My Dying Bride on album Meisterwerk III

by My Dying Bride on album Songs of Darkness, Words of Light

by My Dying Bride on album Sinamorata

by My Dying Bride on album Anti-Diluvian Chronicles

by My Dying Bride on album Terrorizer: Bleak and Destroyed

by My Dying Bride on album The Manuscript EP

Wintershire, we defend, up hills high Into the dark weave of a great dark storm Cold, red snow, from their flow from sword and bow Kings and men, fall or fight, a punishing Everywhere, thousands lie.

by My Dying Bride on album The Vaulted Shadows

Wintershire, we defend, up hills high Into the dark weave of a great dark storm Cold, red snow, from their flow from sword and bow Kings and men, fall or fight, a punishing Everywhere, thousands lie.

by My Dying Bride on album The Vaulted Shadows

Wintershire, we defend, up hills high Into the dark weave of a great dark storm Cold, red snow, from their flow from sword and bow Kings and men, fall or fight, a punishing Everywhere, thousands lie.

by My Dying Bride on album The Vaulted Shadows

Wintershire, we defend, up hills high Into the dark weave of a great dark storm Cold, red snow, from their flow from sword and bow Kings and men, fall or fight, a punishing Everywhere, thousands lie.

by My Dying Bride on album The Manuscript

Wintershire, we defend, up hills high Into the dark weave of a great dark storm Cold, red snow, from their flow from sword and bow Kings and men, fall or fight, a punishing Everywhere, thousands lie.

by My Dying Bride on album The Manuscript

Wintershire, we defend, up hills high Into the dark weave of a great dark storm Cold, red snow, from their flow from sword and bow Kings and men, fall or fight, a punishing Everywhere, thousands lie.

by My Dying Bride on album The Manuscript EP

Wintershire, we defend, up hills high Into the dark weave of a great dark storm Cold, red snow, from their flow from sword and bow Kings and men, fall or fight, a punishing Everywhere, thousands lie.

by My Dying Bride on album Bring Me Victory (EP)

Take the Linton falls water so white Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme From cold it's bed then up to the sky And then she'll be a true love of mine Ask for angels a chariot to make Parsley,

by My Dying Bride on album Bring Me Victory (EP)

[The Swans cover] I've been lonely And I have been blind And I... I've learned nothing So my hands are firmly tied To the sinking leadweight of failure I've worked hard all my life Mo

by My Dying Bride on album Miscellaneous

I clasp her dying body to bloody mine The essential nature of her was so fine With torn garments she lays in my arms Womanly graces laid bare, no dignity Cast aside like nothing at all, torn was she

by My Dying Bride on album Miscellaneous

Enter the ghost lake The waters whisper Of something brooding No way out of here Slow smoldering Slow smoldering heat Lapping at your skin Pulling you down again I wish that I could Fan back to life

by My Dying Bride on album Evinta

Destiny marks your life With a knowing indie. The act of desire has walked on by. An ancient soul limps from your eyes It is just your [tear?] left to it. Flies lie dying on your soury lips An