Interpret:

My Dying Bride

Album:

A Line Of Deathless Kings

Your name will walk the years 
of shame 
Your hands, my face, the look, 
the taste 


To gaze how fondly on thy 
beautiful face 
To fold thee in my great arms, 
my dark embrace 


In my arms I comforted her, 
and she looked up at me 
Weep did she and tried to 
escape. My mind she did read 
I held her face in my hands 
and winked my eye 
Whispering into her ear "now 
your mine" 


Her eyes, her cries, my 
thoughts, she dies 
Walk away, she can try, and if 
she does, she dies.