made for him Among the hopes Ten thousand suffering Oh how my heart aches The brilliant stories
Превод: My Dying Bride. Историите.
web of lies Catch the drifters by The wind brings them in To your den of sin Caught by your divine spell Locked within your wishing well Ice as eyes lured my
oak Gentle in the nights breeze I stop and stare, rest a while With hands upon my knees Through jaded leaves, bush and scrub I spy my journeys end Black
aches The brilliant stories cascade about me To be handsome again Thou art all deformed, and I feel your pain What I touch with my hand, I touch with my
of stories. Robe of lies. Stay far from me. Lie to myself (it's not hurting). Need help, but not from you or your father. No! Jesus Christ. Who's my
I love best in all the world And you shall be my bride Its you I love best in all the world And I want you for my bride (Story-tellers) He brought Yonah
me closely Say you love me The wind brings them in To your den of sin Caught by your divine spell Locked within your wishing well Ice as eyes lured my
Превод: My Dying Bride. Дъщеря на бурята.