My Dying Bride Turn Loose The Swans lyrics

So little of what we observe, is the girl herself
Elaborate, scented coffers, adieu d'amour
Vast is the heirs ballroom
Let the rich give you presents

Heaven pours from her throat
As she sings and as she dances
The fumes of rich swine
Honey-glazed and dripping, playing in the air

My mouth eager and wishing
But I return to this nightingale
Her hair all fiery red
Deep it is and wild my weakness will be fed

Boys whipped on the alter of Diana
Sometimes until they died
The cunning wily merchant
And his four crippled horses

Tales told in warlike manner

The storyteller by the fire
While musing deeply on this sight
The songster stirred my desire

You are sweet and fine to listen to
Long tresses about her neck
Yet much is false
This mighty evening, I've seen no face

This is crushing me, my quill it aches
Turn loose he swans that drew my poets craft
I'll dwell in desolate cities
You burned my wings

I leave this ode, splendid victorious
Through the carnage
I wanted to touch them all
I wanted to touch them all