My Dying Bride
One of Beauty’s Daughters
Your name will walk the years of shame
Your hands, my face, the look, the taste
To gaze how fondly on thy beautiful face
To fold thee in my great arms, my dark embrace
In my arms I comforted her
And she looked up at me
Weep did she and tried to escape
My mind she did read
I held her face in my hands
And winked my eye
Whispering into her ear "now you're mine"
Her eyes, her cries, my thoughts, she dies
Walk away, she can try, and if she does.....she dies