Macabre Cabaret
My Dying Bride
Gold blood drawn from my chest
A gift from my cold breast
From the house of ashes I
Took my leave to be here now
With black wings high
Ashes spread wide
I fed on shadows from your
Broken heart and your dry well
I became a beast lost in
In legends of your old soul
My soft white hands felt
(Ashes spread wide)
The pulse of her neck
(Ashes spread wide)
Her soul flows out like a river
Ashes spread wide
Her sweet music crying softly
Into the night from a lonеly soul
How do I earn such love as hers?
I am dеprived of her gentle throne
I am tall with wreaths of triumph
I ate away all her modesty
I bind her here one thousand times
And wait beastly until her life chimes
With black wings I raise her up to my lips
Her body and mine fulfil the eclipse