Erotic Literature Lyrics - As The Flower Withers - My Dying Bride

the fantastic weight of oceans 

cathedrals of immense awe 

the brilliance of erotic literature 

enlightenment of the whore 

marvel at the hanging gardens 

the liars, faint with greed 

sorrow at the wailing wall 

the mindless on their knees 

lord, my flesh is tired 

almighty soothsayer 

lead me by the mind 

through halls so... 

the truth of the lord endureth forever 

marvellous in our eyes 

I cannot die 

there is none to comfort me 

mine enemies have heard my trouble 

leave me in my misery 

enjoy the darkness 

the fantastic weight of oceans 

cathedrals of immense awe 

the brilliance of erotic literature 

enlightenment of the whore 

marvel at the hanging gardens 

the liars, faint with greed 

sorrow at the wailing wall 

the mindless on their knees