The Scarlet Garden - My Dying Bride

The empire of my desire

Gathers you into my fire

I’ll hope you fall.

Hope you call

My filthy name.

It makes you crawl

On you knees, with all your pleas

Lay down there, look up at me

Look at me

Are you alive my dear, and breathing?

Are you diseased my dear, and bleeding?

I’ll lift you high my dear

I’ll have you dreaming

'Tis time to say farewell, to your pleading

Poor devil as thou art.

A ruin at my feet

Go drop your little life, and welcome up my sleep

So briefly at my side.

So simple in defeat

No more lies utter from you

From mine eyes I must take you

No longer wise.

Nothing is new

Tears for my trembling faith

You shall not die unsung

Goodbye my dear, you wicked thing

I have no tears, beautiful thing

No silver pail to catch them in

So ends this tale you did not win