My Dying Bride The Grief Of Age текст песни, слова песни The Grief Of Age My Dying Bride
My Dying Bride - The Grief Of Age
Left alone
Never leaves me
Unspeakables woes
Gather me
Up forever
To your breast
Morbid weather
Watch this face
Still a child
Eyes red raw
Aching and tired
Issue your
Delicate voice
Sing through me
Men are twice boys
Childrens waking fears
Of the supernatural
Choke their simple thoughts
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