Catching Feathers - My Dying Bride

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 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