Everyone knows her.
| knows her name.
| Deadly Siren, that's her
| game
| They want to be near
| her. Playing her game
| Get to know her. What's
| her name?
| She strides amoung us
| with a burning fire. Her
| victims endless, piling
| higher
| And I run along with
| them, the heaving mass,
| fighting anyone to get
| past
|
| I want her fire, her
| burning fire, her dark
| caress, her red hot kiss
| I want desire, her
| roaring fire, from milk
| white breast to raven
| tress
| I want her nights,
| morning light, her
| endless days, amazing
| grace
|
| I'm on her trail every
| single day
| Ahead, she glides, I
| stumble blindly in her
| wake
|
| I witnessed lovers torn
| by her. Teary maidens
| killing her
| You'll never be lovers
| when she's in town
| because in her eyes, we
| all drown
| Broken-hearted, we leap
| to God, and die like
| lovers everyone forgot
|
| I tremble when she
| passes by. Lord make
| her mine or let me die
| She looked at me. Her
| eyes! her eyes!
| They drew me in. Her
| sin! Her lies!
|
| I see my final night
| Glory, what a sight!
| The blood, the wine, the
| roses
| And me all snowy white
|
| Her hands on me, it's
| ecstasy. It's Heavenly, it's
| God I see
| I risk a kiss. One kiss
| One kiss!
| I knew from then my life
| had died
|
| Hold me now my father
| Now my days are done
| I would do it all again
| Because she was the one
|
| Torment me you fucking
| bastard!
| I'll seek you once I rise
| Look behind. I will
| slay your worthless
| blackend soul.
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| The Blood, The Wine, The Roses
| | My Dying Bride |
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