About "Turn Loose The Swans" album:
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"Turn Loose The Swans" by My Dying Bride, which was released in 1993 and consists of 6 songs.
Thy every look and every grace
So charm whenever I view thee,
'til death overtake me in the chase
Still will my hopes pursue thee
Then when my tedious hours have past,
Be this my last lesson given
Low at thine feet to breathe my last
And die in sight of heaven.
Crown Of Sympathy
See the light and feel my warm desire,
Run through your veins like the evening sun.
It will live but no eyes will see it.
I'll bless your name before I die.
No person in everything can shine,
Yet shine you did, for the world to see.
All a man hath will he give for life?
For life that's lost bleeds all over me.
I'd fallen before but it never hurt like this.
Don't leave me here to crawl through the mire.
Sear Me Mcmxciii
Pour yourself into me, our time approaches so near, that I sign.
What danger in such an adorer?
We dance and the music dies.
We carry them all away, as we glide through their lost eyes.
You lift me above myself, with the ghostly lake of your mind.
Arise from your slumber in my arms.
Your beauty took the strength from me.
In the meadows of heaven, we run through the stars.
Romantic in our tastes.
We are without excuse.
The very deepest of your wishes.
Climb up high, take my hand.
Tread carefully through these sickening angels.
Look at your God.
Look at the way he stands.
The uterine murderess dies herself.
Let me show you all my pain.
Sardonyx lays waste to your eyes and leaves you blind.
Gone is the day.
They that did feed, delicately.
Turn Loose The Swans
So little of what we observe, is the girl herself.
Elaborate, scented coiffeurs. Adieu D'Amour.
Vast is the heirs ballroom.
Let the rich give you presents.
Heaven pours from her throat,
As she sings and as she dances.
The fumes of rich swine, honeyglazed and dripping,
Playing in the air.
My mouth eager and wishing.
But I return to this nightingale.
Your bloodied is what I cling to.
In powerful rain, they laid down their heads to die.
Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep the sights of me.
It's sad that, in our blindness, we gather thorns for flowers.
Your river holds a feast of danger.
The suffering you have had to bear.
I'd die for that moment one more time.
The loved one falls below your ideals.
Pleasure too safely enjoyed lacks zest.
The brave lick their sickening lips.
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