My Dying Bride Lyrics
Catching Feathers (Demo)

If my child should die before me the sweetness of
youth, a smile that sings eyes alight insanely
butchered, perverse drooling horrific beyond
restraint

Lord of the dance, lust is murder for this brave
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man high, slaughtering general in a white
feathered army mort knows your name, his, before
your time I'd love to see you suffer, too much to
be called a crime

The sweetness of youth, a smile that sings eyes
alight insanely butchered, perverse drooling you
cannot even pray, for you have no god