The Manuscript - My Dying Bride

Salvation dropped me from her dying arms

Endless, the skies are dark

This world is nothing without her

As it limps from beauty’s answer

It dies in the hand of summer

This long savannah of her

The weapon of your body

Lays my city to waste

From blood on my golden sand

I came up and washed you

I’d lost saints for you!

Drew towers into the earth

And a silver blade from God

Hands directly above us

Bacchus drowns more men than Neptune

And I put my name among them

I hate everyhing around me

But I want to carry you back

To Heaven