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 lonly soul

How do I earn such love as hers?

I am dprived of her gentle throne