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MY DYING BRIDE LYRICS
"Turn Loose the Swans" (1993)
1. Sear Me MCMXCIII
2. Your River
3. The Songless Bird
4. The Snow In My Hand
5. The Crown Of Sympathy
6. Turn Loose The Swans
7. Black God
1. Sear Me MCMXCIII
Pour yourself into me, our time approachesso near, that I sigh. What danger in such anadorer? We dance and the music dies. Wecarry them all away, as we glide throughtheir lost eyes. You lift me above myself,with the ghostly lake of your mind. Arisefrom your slumber in my arms. Your beautytook the strength from me. In the meadowsof heaven, we run through the stars.Romantic in our tastes. We are withoutexcuse. We burn in our lust. We die in oureyes and drown in our arms.
2. Your River
Your bloodied body is what I cling to. Inpowerful rain, they laid their heads todie. Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep thesights of me. It's sad that, in our blindness, wegather thorns for flowers. Your river holds afeast of danger. The suffering you have had tobear. I'd die for that moment one more time.The loved one falls below your ideals.Pleasure too safely enjoyed lacks zest. Thebrave lick their sickening lips. Rigid, handsomeand a poet. A king in his passionate castle.Where now? Feed me! Hold me! Save me! Saveyourself! Where now? Which way? Dear god,show me. Take your own. Struggle free! Arise!You're Ruined! Stand down! Your kin, piledthick around you. Save yourself!
3. The Songless Bird
The very deepest of your wishes. Climb uphigh, take my hand. Tread carefully throughthese sickening angels. Look at your god.look at the way he stands. The uterinemurderess dies herself. Let me show you allmy pain. Sardonyx lays waste to your eyesand leaves you blind. Gone is the day. Theythat did feed, delicately. Feed on me. The callhas come, from bird and beast. Insect andserpent, and all that lives in the sea. Andcities of fire, rip through me. My life awidower sad. On your knees, smell yourdisease. If i live you will be sorry. I have athousand forms. Uninjured by your tongue.I'm working to ensnare you. Couple yourname with cruelty. The mother of dyingchildren. My hatred is unnumbered. It rises inmy breast. We've lived with our suffering.But now...?
4. The Snow In My Hand
I've seen them. so dark. Black. And yet fine.The flower they carry had once been mine.Get away from me, man of stories. Robe of lies.Stay far from me. I lie to myself (it's nothurting). I need help, but not from you oryour father. No! Jesus Christ. Who's mysaviour? Lose myself in gods death. No! I can'tbear all this pain. I had watched the snowall day. Falling. It never lets up. All dayfalling. I lifted my voice and wept out loud,"So this is life?".
5. The Crown Of Sympathy
See the light and feel my warm desire, runthrough my veins like the evening sun. Itwill live but no eyes will see it. I'll bless yourname before I die. No person in everything canshine, yet shine you did, for the world to see.All a man hath will he give for life? For lifethat's lost bleeds all over me. I'd fallen beforebut it never hurt like this. Don't leave me hereto crawl through the mire. I'm without faultbefore the throne of god. Take from me thecrown of sympathy. What do you think you'llsee? What do you think there will be? Sit down!Did you see the sun? What will we become?Great ones? The mouths that dare not speak hisname, behold them, raised, complete and fine.The battle for our lives is oh, so brief. Take myhand and please walk with me. When I wasyoung the sun did burn my face. I let its loveand warmth wash over me. The melting voice ofmany, in the hush of night. Whispering tonguescan poison my honest truth. Come dress mewith your body, and comfort me. I dreamt of adead child in my sleep. I wear a terriblemark in my head. my clean, white bed. It callsto me. I must lie down. and I want you to laywith me, in sympathy. No sad "adieus" on abalcony. For one last time, just walk with me.At the beautiful gate of the temple, we mustbe saved. For deadened, icy pain, covers all theearth.
6. Turn Loose The Swans
So little of what we observe, is the girlherself. Elaborate, scented coiffers. Adieud'amour. Vast is the heirs ballroom. Let therich give you presents. Heaven pours fromher throat, as she sings and as she dances.The fumes of rich swine, honeyglazed anddripping, playing in the air. My mouth eagerand wishing. But I return to thisnightingale. Her hair all fiery red. Deep it isand wild. my weakness will be fed. Boyswhipped on the alter of diana, sometimesuntil they died. The cunning wilymerchant, and his four crippled horses. Talestold in warlike manner. The storyteller bythe fire . While musing deeply on this sight,the songster stirred my desire. You aresweet and fine to listen to. Long tressesabout her neck. Yet much is false. Thismighty evening, I've seen no face. This iscrushing me. My quill it aches. Turn loosethe swans that drew my poets craft. I'lldwell in desolate cities. You burned mywings. I leave this ode, splendid victoriousthrough the carnage. I wanted to touchthem all. I wanted to touch them all.
7. Black God
Thy every look and every graceso charm whenever I view thee,'til death overtake me in the chasestill will my hopes pursue theeThen when my tedious hours have past,be this my last lesson givenlow at thine feet to breathe my lastand die in sight of heaven.
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