Catching Feathers (demo) Lyrics - My Dying Bride

If my child should die before me 

The sweetness of youth, a smile that sings 

Eyes alight insanely butchered 

Perverse drooling 

Horrific beyond restraint 

Lord of the dance 

Lust is murder 

For this brave man 

High slaughtering general 

In a white feathered army 

Mort, knows your name 

His, before your time 

I'd love to see you suffer 

Too much to be called a crime 

The sweetness of youth, a smile that sings 

Eyes alight insanely butchered 

Perverse drooling 

You cannot even pray, for you have no God