Within a Sleeping Forest

My Dying Bride

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Once taken by the river, orpheus died in my arms
His heart, ancient and equal to this fallen empty world
Fades away in the golden truth of all his earthly joy

He is dull dead. He was drowned there
In my hands his fate. He coldly died
Voyage well across the sky my friend

My pain floats down your river to a waterfall
And in this light, hearing cries I look up at you
Your beauty and form appear as great wonders

Awful and yet beautiful to my hopeless weary eyes
His face, still now, it rests in cold hands and colder heart
As I sat and shivered comfortless in this lonely barren land

In a sullen wood, some years ago, he played a song I didn’t know
The trees knew me and knew him more. Whispered our names into their lore
So on that day, near the glen, my ink drew up his secret end

A kiss, your gift to give away so freely
A gentle suffering thing you were
So steep they fell, my tears to your lips

And that night will be forever. And at night we live forever
And I drew her near to me and away from him

Sin is the root of all sorrow, so look upon, my well is dry
Don’t run my lady. Now please be mine
Come on my lover, you didn’t even try!