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the barghest o whitby
My Dying Bride
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I doubt I shall ever come back
Moving thin and wane, an old danger
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A thorn am I with sunken back
I am the enemy of you, traitor
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And the world cold, I'm still on track
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Your heart so cruel, mine is greater
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It is the sky that bleeds my name
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And in it's breath my heart's contained
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I watched you fleeing from my ruin
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A scent of blood is your undoing
Through oak that groan under the rain
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Under my feet, the world arcane
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In suffering I was always right
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Within the silver moon tonight
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From my lips the word is sung
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And in this voice thy will be done
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A great show of fear
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Fear that I am near
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And very far is dawn
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'Twas such a promising morn
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Come, look back at me
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I sense you on the breeze
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The fall from your throne
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This is all I need
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Tell me what remains
A hunger within yourself?
So many miles before I sleep
Your truth is weak
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Are those tiny rivers
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Down your rosy cheek?
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Laid out against the sky
In the corners of the night
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Falling from my mouth
The words of punishment
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I will make you see
Your traffic of misery
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It is my sins that you deplore
Count them fair, for I have more
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To my mouth I carry you
In crimson teeth, the breath I drew
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I make you dust, as you were flesh
Honored to see a performance in death
We have no time, no time at all
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There's empty rooms and shadowing halls
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Fevering thoughts all hollow and old
Shivering veins now running cold
When dawns were young and woodland green
And silvery moons as often seen
In Hawsker dark is where you came
My master at your knife to blame
To nor' east, just along the coast
Takes pen to quote the pirates ghost
I'm torn toward the North
So whitby, whitby is the source
Where you would sit and wait for me
I arrive at Saltwick Bay
And so you shall taste my grief
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My form is bloody and it is true
It is the night I wear around me
From lies I grew a spit of untruth
I help the frail sky to its sleep
Nameless, I come and without end
Within the moor and without end
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