Thornwyck Hymn - My Dying Bride

I will be the weight of my sins

And I will be the one who caves in

A choir of sorry girls

With their hearts full of pearls

A foul and torrid feast

Sinks men down to their knees

The twisted waters are where I will be

The sisters calling from deep in the sea

The twisted waters, they call out my name

I will swim with them but they’re not to blame

The twisted waters are where I will be

The sisters calling from deep in the sea

The twisted waters, they call out my name

I will swim with them but they’re not to blame

A final kindness, a final kiss

As the golden arm of evening comes

A final kindness and all is bliss

I wither coldly and then I am gone

I wither coldly and then I am gone