Thursday, 14th November 2019

As the Flower Wither

As the Flower Wither

Silent Dance


Sear Me

Incendere suus Set her on fire
Damnare suus vita Reject her life
Dare suus ad art ventus Give her to the art of adversity
Capare suus Take her
Et facere suus And make her
Ferire suus persicum cutis Kill her piercing the skin
Nudus, turpis, Naked, deformed
Putridus, findere, Rotten, split
Acerbus, crudus, Unmature, raw
Raptus, contemptio, Raped, contempt
Mordax, atterere, Mordant, trample
Inficere, bilis, Poison, gall
Nam tuus scelus For your crime
Amabilis Amiable
Tu licet perire You let her die
Ad ante tu Before you
Habere aequus sic [...]
Dolor nil finis Pain never ends
Ego liberare art ultimus I free the ultimate art of
inuria. of injustice

The Forever People

Read to me
Make your words as pictures
Reveal to me
The forever people

Names become more
More than words
In foreign tongue
Universal doctrine

Remember each one
Named even this day
We'll never forget
Like it or not

Their beloved is theirs
And they are his
Praise the Lord?
Hail the King?

This to me
A figure of tragedy
They are trivial
They are forgettable
A sombre tale
Of mankinds hope
Show me its truth
And with joy
I will follow.

The Bitterness And the Bereavement

Adorn magnificent costume
For I come to judge the world
Be with me here in my dark place
Let yours be mine
Cut me and I do not bleed
Heat is my body
The poor and simple fools
Equal under my presence
Lift up your head

Blessed in the womb that bare thee
Feed us with knowledge
Release us from atrocities
And shades of sinister figures
Bare witness to this orgy of glory
Groping at my naked privacy
Unleashing pure bitterness
And I did bleed over them

Hindered by savage plague
Offspring wasting away
Christ where is your mercy?
Do listen to me pray?
Cast upon us a pitying eye
The baptism os such as is,
Of riper years
Am I blind? Who are you?

He died that you might live
And lived only to cleanse you
From sin's polluting stain
If I had the chance to cut you
Believe me you would bleed
And the rest...

Vast Choirs

Burdens of grief that weigh against me
Aid my tired eyes in their search for pitch
Your kinds 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 lied 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 innocentcs fall
Laugh to scorn would our foe
Amid wars laws are silent
Drop by drop in sleep upon the heart
Falls the labrious memory of pain
In the rich upheavel of vast choirs
Death shall flee from me

Misericordium et judicium
Adhoest pavimento
AD te levavi ocolus meos
Verba mea auribus

The Return of the Beautiful

-The Silence-  
Oh beautiful earth  
For too long you have been silent  
Touch me once again  
The dark ground lies cold Et gelidus hoc voluntas firmamentum
Hark Yes it is I
  The fever of mankind
  Urges whorish as ever
  I am the new Christ
Silence yourself Nunquam
You are powerless here  
Pityful one Pity me not
Give back the sun  
Souls will mourn  
In this unending season of darkness  
Beware, ravaged one  
Mine is the might  
  If you're feeble, turn away
  No dagger glints in my hand
  Technique is secret
Liar She have herself to me
-The Sadness-  
Please leave  
I think I'll close my eyes now  
The first sunshine was mine  
Look for me among the flowers  
Sleeping with the earth  
My Dying Bride  
The pity I fashion  
Through a rain of tears  
A tragic opus  
Immeasurable loss  
Tearful I rest  
Bask in my growing sorrow  
-The Lust-  
  The females is such exquisite hell
  Lay my obscure hands upon you
  Macabre, erotica, passion
  Even in death, beauty is with you
  I extol you with loud praise
  You will grace my procession
  Why shouldn't I indulge
  In my own desires?
  Bare your breasts to slow kisses
-The Battle-  
Away bastard dog Nunquam
Down from your throne Nunquam
A dagger glints in my hand Am I afraid?
You'll perish alone Ha
  Pray to me
  Cry on me
  Die on me
  Let me out
  Let me out
  Let me out
  Let me out
Suffer in your nakedness  
Before your dark art  
The filth and the stench of you I cry for you
Is hell in itself  
Your reign is over now  
The sunlight will return  
To this once petrified earth  
Ego deicere tu pereant  
-The Return-  
Make me faint with unending kisses  
My passions have all returned  
Warm my trembling hands  
We're scope for the tragedians  
I can see from your smile  
You're not here for the sunset  

Erotic Literature

The fantastic weight of oceans
Cathedrals of immense awe
The brilliance of erotic literature
Enlightment of the whore
Marvel at the hanging gardens
The liars, faint with greed
Sorrow at the wailing wall
The mindless of 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
Enlightment of the whore
Marvel at the hanging gardens
The liars, faint with greed
Sorrow at the wailing wall
The mindless of their knees

All songs by My Dying Bride