My Dying Bride The Bitterness And The Bereavement
adorn magnificent costume for I come to judge the world be with me here in my dark place let yours be mine cut me and I do not bleed heat is my body the poor and simple fools equal under my presence lift up your head blessed is the womb that bare thee feed us with knowledge release us from atrocities and shades of sinister figures bare witness to this orgy of glory groping at my naked privacy unleashing pure bitterness and I did bleed over them hindered by savage plague offspring wasting away Christ where is your mercy? do listen to me pray? cast upon us a pitying eye the baptism of such as is, of riper years am I blind? who are you? he died that you might live and lived only to cleanse you from sin's polluting stain if I had the chance to cut you believe me you would bleed and the rest...
