My Dying Bride (84,38 %)
Evinta (48,98 %)
Released: 2011-05-30
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
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1.
In Your Dark Pavilion
 10:01
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2.
You Are Not the One Who Loves Me
 06:45
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3.
Of Lilies Bent with Tears
 07:08
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4.
The Distance, Busy with Shadows
 10:44
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5.
Of Sorry Eyes in March
 10:35
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6.
Vanité Triomphante
12:20
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7.
That Dress and Summer Skin
09:37
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8.
And Then You Go
09:20
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9.
A Hand of Awful Rewards
 10:21
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Album length:
00:26:51
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1.
In Your Dark Pavilion
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All great children Build altars I have no love To give you In the fire that rages between our sleep I thought I saw you amid the ruins. And I can witness you have nothing left. I'll give you my heart through this biblical tome I dream of being beside her As I move through this water Step over here you Devil Her earth looks like My dying skin |
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2.
You Are Not the One Who Loves Me
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You are not the one who loves me I take you from your bathing And I dry thee I am this rope Around your feet... And it's summer That bows its head, Down the rivers of night He fathers great hatred. Oh, and the moon Played in your eyes Wishes drop through the air And rip into the floor Crowned with blazing leaves her hair And flesh, Limp and poor |
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Of Lilies Bent with Tears
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Hold up the sun Oh, lord hold up the sun Shine it on me Glory, shine it on me Here comes the sun Oh God here comes the sun Climbing on me Dear Lord climbing on me Stabat mater dolorosa, Justa crucem lacrimosa Dum pendebit filius. O quam tristis et afflicta, Fuit illa benedicta Mater unigenti. The curves of the earth I carve them for you And in the night I drew A knife of sickness & grief Stabat mater dolorosa, Justa crucem lacrimosa Dum pendebit filius. O quam tristis et afflicta, Fuit illa benedicta Mater unigenti. There was a wound here I see its scars The shade upon your face Of lilies bent with tears |
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4.
The Distance, Busy with Shadows
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In heaps they were The dead stacked high I crept and sang among them Black was I, yet bent to it; God and I had shunned them It fell at my feet No! It didn't just come to me to heal its wounds I will kiss it It is within me now. I feel the birth of doom And the fruit of my body, Stares right out of this room |
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5.
Of Sorry Eyes in March
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Destiny marks your life With a knowing finger The act of desire has walked on by. An ancient sorrow It is just your tears left to eat. Flies lie dying on your sorry lips And on young love's broken wings. And the stone that lets you drown You are not worth stopping for. The Earth, With all its blessing And the endless fathoms of night. Lay a raft of gold for you My field here Is where we end. |
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Vanité Triomphante
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I often hunt you in my dreams, But your wicked claw awaits me, Aboard this snow-lit island, Veins like tortured winter trees, 'Tis the service of my hand, That silence climbs upon thee. You are sweet and fine to listen to\! Long tresses about your neck, Yet much is false. This mighty evening, I've seen no face. This is crushing me. My quill it aches. And old ships die like swans, Against our frozen icy shore, Pass your dying body, I leave you in your thoughts Trees dance and fail Tell them I came My beauty pale Was yours the same? Viens, il est temps de partir Je vais regretter ta haine Ta vanité triomphante Fera sa révérence I laid them in books Just your heart and mine For lovers to read The lonely to pine Through my broken skin And cherry tree blood The real world falls in A false life of love |
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7.
That Dress and Summer Skin
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I just caught a glimpse Of your Summer skin As you slipped away As the sun drew up Its golden chair I looked upon my own sleep And so you shall Taste my grief Through blood and tears you helped me You leaped from you lonely defeat And in this night I drew my knife As I look at them I know what my hands have done I'd shake these thorns for you From my crown for you So go on now Put on that dress for me, Put on that dress for me, Put on that dress for me. Put on that dress Where are you my love, my love My sweet one..? Where have you gone? My love where are you, my love, my sweet? I only think of you and it drives me down. I only dream of you. I am so alone |
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8.
And Then You Go
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Here is the darkest place I know You found in your eyes a home And then you go Come up here to my face Into wars we race Eat up the haste I am poor for the lord My age is lead and sore Sit beneath my jaw There! My prints in the snow The wind and me alone And then you go And within it your embrace Long given away the chase Away flees grace And then you go |
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9.
A Hand of Awful Rewards
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