Interpret:

My Dying Bride

Album:

The Light At The End Of The World

A cruel sleep 'cross our land 
All withered and dying 
As the[y] fall, the victims 
They're dying a sad death 
In our land, we lay down 
And suffer again 


A dark girl 'cross our land 
Is pacing. Is preying 
And with her, a fever 
A marching black fever 
No eyes see. No features 
Just black form, suffering 


You have her sympathy 
You have her tears 
She tries only to take 
All your fears 
The pain she feels 
When she drinks your soul 
Is hers to suffer 
It is her toll 
Believe me, she's helpless 
When she curses our [signs "your"?] land 
When she swallows light 
It's not her hand 


Poison awaits when you kiss her 
Her heart cries out for you, for me 
Untold misery is hers to serve 
out for eternity 
Out cold. Mankind will stay 
forevermore if she gets her way 
She can't help it. It's her curse 
To sing your pain in her own verse 


She is the dark 
The nightmares you hide 
The pain you feel 
The suffering inside 
Though she was like you 
Through her dark past 
But now, the conqueror 
Her choirs vast 
Oh, please forgive her 
As mankind dies 
As angels weep 
And heaven cries