The Grief Of Age Lyrics - My Dying Bride

The terror of being left alone never leaves me 

Unspeakable woes gather me up forever 

To your breast, morbid weather 

Watch this face, still a child 

Eyes red raw, aching and tired 

Issue your delicate voice 

Sing through me, men are twice boys 

Children waking fears of the supernatural 

Choke their simple thoughts 

And crush our simple minds 

I feel sometimes a hell within myself 

The terror of the piled earth 

Hiding me will end this man forever