Sear Me Mcmxc111 - My Dying Bride

Pour yourself into me Our time approaches so near, that I sigh

What danger in such an adorer?

We dance and the music dies

We carry them all away

As we glide through their lost eyes

You lift me above myself

With the ghostly lake on your mind

Arise from your slumber in my arms

Your beauty took the strength from me In the meadows of heaven, we run through the stars

Romantic in our tastes, we are without excuse

We burn in our lust, we die in our eyes

And drown in our arms