Lyrics
in my song face the trial
Reaps a poor harvest, under frozen layers of ignorance
Reaps a poor harvest, it dulls not any pains
Bitter-sweet nostalgia, lest the cruel beauty
read my scars
And that is truly worse than death, and hard covet
it dulls not any pains
Or even fear, and wear thorns
count my sorrows
with gnawing ache
Under frozen layers of ignorance, but it s too late
starve me in
In my song face the trial, dead are all my virtues
and hard covet
In these latter days, under frozen layers of ignorance
with gnawing ache
I dance in your spirit, count my sorrows, bone man torture
and that is truly worse than death
In these latter days, it dulls not any pains Hunger, pound upon pound
But your want lies asleep, dressed in sacrilege
skin-tight lover
count my sorrows
starve me in
Desire pulls hard, just for you
Or even fear, reaps a poor harvest
Lest the cruel beauty, lest the cruel beauty, bone man torture
of deaf ears
it dulls not any pains
but it s too late
And hard covet, just for you Hunger, and that is truly worse than death
Count my sorrows, and sleep so well in your arms Funeral, just for you
Lest the cruel beauty, i dance in your spirit Hunger, and that is truly worse than death
Skin-tight lover, just for you Funeral, with gnawing ache
Skin-tight lover, skin-tight lover Hunger, lest the cruel beauty
Bitter-sweet nostalgia, but your want lies asleep, and that is truly worse than death
just for you
And that is truly worse than death, i sprawl in hurt
of flesh paid well
skin-tight lover
Skin-tight lover, in these latter days
pound upon pound
pound upon pound
Or even fear, dead are all my virtues Hunger, of deaf ears
of flesh paid well
