My Dying Bride
I Celebrate Your Skin
Her secrecy is charming to me
The sexual wisdom of a thousand years
With silver eyes she tore through me
It is you
I bring to ruin
Please, a silent hour, it’s you that turned old
My love was never a blessing
My gifts are oh so cold
So I celebrate your blood
It is the music of the sea
I was simply running for the flesh
Your wound falls away from me
Your summer breathes aloud, it is a kiss that awakens me
My secrecy is charming to her
The two of us, we understood
With fragile limbs you claimed the distance
While holding hands with a dying God
It was my pride you gifted to me
While holding hands with a dying God
So I celebrate your skin, it is the curves of the earth
Roaring skies endlessly left, on the great day of your birth
As you lay before my storm, a bird sits at your noble feet
I am a word apart
I am the coldest heart
I am a serpent of the sea
You are a golden sun
You are the silver moon
You are a fever killing me
I am a thoughtless dream, I am never seen, I am what you all will be
You are the glowing pain, you are the one to blame, you are my tragedy