She Is The Dark Lyrics - The Voice Of The Wretched (live) - My Dying Bride

A cruel sleep 'cross our land, all withered and dying 

As they fall, the victims, they're dying a sad death 

In our land, we lay down and suffer again 

A dark girl 'cross our land is pacing, is praying 

And with her, a fever, a marching black fever 

No eyes see, no features, just black form, suffering 

You have her sympathy, you have her tears 

She tries only to take all your fears 

The pain she feels when she drinks your soul is hers to suffer, it is her toll 

Believe me, she's helpless when she curses our land 

When she swallows light, it's not her hand 

Poison awaits when you kiss her, her heart cries out for you, for me 

Untold misery is hers to serve out for eternity 

Out cold, mankind will stay forevermore if she gets her way 

She can't help it, it's her, her curse to sing your pain in her own verse 

She is the dark, the nightmares you hide 

The pain you feel, the suffering inside 

Though she was like you, through her dark past 

But now, the conqueror, her choirs vast 

Oh, please forgive her as mankind dies 

As angels weep and heaven cries 

Poison awaits when you kiss her, her heart cries out for you, for me 

Untold misery is hers to serve out for eternity 

Out cold, mankind will stay forevermore if she gets her way 

She can't help it, it's her, her curse to sing your pain in her own verse