Interpret:

My Dying Bride

Album:

As The Flower Withers

Burdens of grief that weigh against me 
Aid my tired eyes in their search for pitch 
Your kinds heart now pines 
For whom the gods love dies young 
Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears 
The sadness I present, smiles with tears 
Where once I'd loved now lied forlorn beauty 
And wars abhorred by mothers 


No man lives so poor as he was born 
We don't remember pure sensations 
Gaze peacefully into the past 
I am dust , and to dust I shall return 
Belial, Mephisto, both shall burn me up 
Devour my sad whimperings 
The cutting whip is mine to feel 
No symphony in mind to colour my dreams 


Poena damni 
Sorrow everywhere 
Please pray for me 
When deep sleep falls on men 
Father hold me 
I am yours to bear 
Ad te 


In the play which he has written for the world 
Night is the mother of sleep 
Old age is a malady of which one dies 
Augury of a better age 
Sages as far as the beard 
Their wounds smelled so sweetly 
Temptation, the father of my lust 
Chalcedony shines like the new born 


Stricken I'd raise my dripping limbs 
Splendid was the innocentcs fall 
Laugh to scorn would our foe 
Amid wars laws are silent 
Drop by drop in sleep upon the heart 
Falls the labrious memory of pain 
In the rich upheavel of vast choirs 
Death shall flee from me 


Misericordium et judicium 
Adhoest pavimento 
AD te levavi ocolus meos 
Verba mea auribus