Song | The Distance, Busy With Shadows |
Artist | My Dying Bride |
Album | Evinta |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
In heaps they were | |
the deads stacked high | |
I crapped and sang among them. | |
Black was I, yet bent to it; | |
God and I had shown them. | |
It fell at my feet | |
No! | |
It didn't just come to me to heal its wounds | |
I will kiss it | |
It is within me now. | |
I feel the birth of doom | |
And the fruit of my body, | |
Stares right out of this room |