Your Broken Shore - My Dying Bride

From my deep silence, they feed the fire

Building a gift from this broken liar

Forsaking your face, my fingers blind

I touch the lonely face of your crime

The doom of your, your broken shore

It washes over me, hair woven of the sea

Your sleeping boat drifts away from me

A broken sister now out to sea

I have lived through the depths of time

I spilt the blood and she was the crime

The doom of your, your broken shore

It washes over me, hair woven of the sun and the sea

The doom of your, your broken shore

It washes over me, hair woven of the sun and the sea

The doom of your, your broken shore

It washes over me, hair woven of the sun and the sea

The doom of your, your broken shore

It washes over me, hair woven of the sun and the sea

Stolen from a dead man’s heart

Remember me sad, I was your art

The voice of my blood orates

Touched by the sacred horrors of the hour

The doom of your, your broken shore

It washes over me, hair woven of the sun and the sea