Vast Choirs Lyrics - Towards The Sinister - My Dying Bride

burdens of grief that weigh against me 

aid my tired eyes in their search for pitch 

your kind heart now pines 

for whom the gods love dies young 

wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears 

the sadness I present, smiles with tears 

where once I'd loved now lies forlorn beauty 

and wars abhorred by mothers 

no man lives so poor as he was born 

we don't remember pure sensations 

gaze peacefully into the past 

I am dust, and to dust I shall return 

belial, mephisto, both shall burn me up 

devour my sad whimperings 

the cutting whip is mine to feel 

no symphony in mind to colour my dreams 

poena damni 

sorrow everywhere 

please pray for me 

when deep sleep falls on men 

father hold me 

I am yours to bear 

ad te 

in the play which he has written for the world 

night is the mother of sleep 

old age is a malady of which one dies 

augury of a better age 

sages as far as the beard 

their wounds smelled so sweetly 

temptation, the father of my lust 

chalcedony shines like the new born 

stricken I'd raise my dripping limbs 

splendid was the innocents fall 

laugh to scorn would our foe 

amid wars laws are silent 

drop by drop in sleep upon the heart 

falls the laborious memory of pain 

in the rich upheavel of vast choirs 

death shall flee from me 

misericordium et judicium 

ahoest pavimento 

ad te levavi ocolus meos 

verba mea auribus