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Silent Dance
(Instrumental)
Sear Me
| Incendere suus | Set her on fire |
| Damnare suus vita | Reject her life |
| Dare suus ad art ventus | Give her to the art of adversity |
| Capare suus | Take her |
| Et facere suus | And make her |
| Ferire suus persicum cutis | Kill her piercing the skin |
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| Nudus, turpis, | Naked, deformed |
| Putridus, findere, | Rotten, split |
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| Acerbus, crudus, | Unmature, raw |
| Raptus, contemptio, | Raped, contempt |
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| Mordax, atterere, | Mordant, trample |
| Inficere, bilis, | Poison, gall |
| Nam tuus scelus | For your crime |
| Amabilis | Amiable |
| Tu licet perire | You let her die |
| Ad ante tu | Before you |
| Habere aequus sic | [...] |
| Dolor nil finis | Pain never ends |
| Ego liberare art ultimus | I free the ultimate art of |
| inuria. | of injustice |
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The Forever People
Read to me
Make your words as pictures
Reveal to me
The forever people
Names become more
More than words
In foreign tongue
Universal doctrine
Remember each one
Named even this day
We'll never forget
Like it or not
Their beloved is theirs
And they are his
Praise the Lord?
Hail the King?
This to me
A figure of tragedy
They are trivial
They are forgettable
A sombre tale
Of mankinds hope
Show me its truth
And with joy
I will follow.
The Bitterness And the Bereavement
Adorn magnificent costume
For I come to judge the world
Be with me here in my dark place
Let yours be mine
Cut me and I do not bleed
Heat is my body
The poor and simple fools
Equal under my presence
Lift up your head
Blessed in the womb that bare thee
Feed us with knowledge
Release us from atrocities
And shades of sinister figures
Bare witness to this orgy of glory
Groping at my naked privacy
Unleashing pure bitterness
And I did bleed over them
Hindered by savage plague
Offspring wasting away
Christ where is your mercy?
Do listen to me pray?
Cast upon us a pitying eye
The baptism os such as is,
Of riper years
Am I blind? Who are you?
He died that you might live
And lived only to cleanse you
From sin's polluting stain
If I had the chance to cut you
Believe me you would bleed
And the rest...
Vast Choirs
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
The Return of the Beautiful
| -The Silence- | |
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| Oh beautiful earth | |
| For too long you have been silent | |
| Touch me once again | |
| The dark ground lies cold | Et gelidus hoc voluntas firmamentum |
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| Hark | Yes it is I |
| The fever of mankind |
| Urges whorish as ever |
| I am the new Christ |
| Silence yourself | Nunquam |
| You are powerless here | |
| Pityful one | Pity me not |
| Give back the sun | |
| Souls will mourn | |
| In this unending season of darkness | |
| Beware, ravaged one | |
| Mine is the might | |
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| If you're feeble, turn away |
| No dagger glints in my hand |
| Technique is secret |
| Liar | She have herself to me |
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| -The Sadness- | |
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| Please leave | |
| I think I'll close my eyes now | |
| The first sunshine was mine | |
| Look for me among the flowers | |
| Sleeping with the earth | |
| My Dying Bride | |
| The pity I fashion | |
| Through a rain of tears | |
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| A tragic opus | |
| Immeasurable loss | |
| Tearful I rest | |
| Bask in my growing sorrow | |
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| -The Lust- | |
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| The females is such exquisite hell |
| Lay my obscure hands upon you |
| Macabre, erotica, passion |
| Even in death, beauty is with you |
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| I extol you with loud praise |
| You will grace my procession |
| Why shouldn't I indulge |
| In my own desires? |
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| Bare your breasts to slow kisses |
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| -The Battle- | |
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| Away bastard dog | Nunquam |
| Down from your throne | Nunquam |
| A dagger glints in my hand | Am I afraid? |
| You'll perish alone | Ha |
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| Pray to me |
| Blasphemy |
| Cry on me |
| Die on me |
| Let me out |
| Let me out |
| Let me out |
| Let me out |
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| Suffer in your nakedness | |
| Before your dark art | |
| The filth and the stench of you | I cry for you |
| Is hell in itself | |
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| Your reign is over now | |
| The sunlight will return | |
| To this once petrified earth | |
| Ego deicere tu pereant | |
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| -The Return- | |
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| Make me faint with unending kisses | |
| My passions have all returned | |
| Warm my trembling hands | |
| We're scope for the tragedians | |
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| I can see from your smile | |
| You're not here for the sunset | |
Erotic Literature
The fantastic weight of oceans
Cathedrals of immense awe
The brilliance of erotic literature
Enlightment of the whore
Marvel at the hanging gardens
The liars, faint with greed
Sorrow at the wailing wall
The mindless of their knees
Lord, my flesh is tired
Almighty soothsayer
Lead me by the mind
Through halls so...
The truth of the Lord endureth forever
Marvellous in our eyes
I cannot die
There is none to comfort me
Mine enemies have heard my trouble
Leave me in my misery
Enjoy the darkness
The fantastic weight of oceans
Cathedrals of immense awe
The brilliance of erotic literature
Enlightment of the whore
Marvel at the hanging gardens
The liars, faint with greed
Sorrow at the wailing wall
The mindless of their knees
All songs by My Dying Bride
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