Interpret:

My Dying Bride

Album:

Songs Of Darkness, Words Of Light

Under the darkened, Ancient oak 
Gentle in the nights breeze 
I stop and stare, rest a while 
With hands upon my knees 
Through jaded leaves, bush and scrub 
I spy my journeys end 
Black it looms, silent gloom 
The castle called Avend 
On I trot, past forest eyes 
Past horrors of the night 
Through the dark, I see a sign 
A gentle glowing light 


Upon reaching the castle I ascend the ivy 
Towards the golden window 
My heart pounds my breath is rushed 
As I fight both brick and branch 
The ledge is mine and over I sweep 
Silent like the falling snow 
Quiet, I slip across the polished floor 
Tonight, I will dine with chance 


The Blue Lotus, a legend, I thought a myth 
Old poems and stories gone 
A beauty of unimaginable lust 
Both men's hearts, and Gods, were won 
Skin like milk, an angels face 
Thay say her smile could kill 
Her hair the blackest of all black 
Stories I thought Though, still 


So there she lay spleeping upon the bed 
Half covered by fantastic silks 
Her breast I see, moves with her dreams 
A sight I will always recall 
A single candle that showed me the way 
Through forest, river and hills 
Glows upon that lovely skin 
Shadows dancing aroun the walls 


Closer I creep, toward my prize 
The Blue Lotus lies before me 
Her lips are full, red as blood 
Moist as they invite me 
Stoop I did to kiss those lips 
In that glowing room 
When suddenly, she did awake, 
Her eyes filled with doom 
From silks, her hands were round my neck 
Escape there was no hope 
A brief flash of teeth is all I saw 
And gone was my throat 
Her bloodlust deep, she swallowed me 
Red was all I saw 
She drank her fill and watched me fall 
Gently to the floor 


A league away my death is found 
By locals who tens this land 
Who lay me down in shllow earth 
A single Lotus placed in my hand