My Dying Bride - Evinta


Original Version 12" 3CD Digibook Version Promo Version
1. In Your Dark Pavilion 10:03 1. In Your Dark Pavilion 10:03 1. In Your Dark Pavilion 10:03
2. Vanité Triomphante 12:21
2. You Are Not The One Who Loves Me 6:47 2. You Are Not The One Who Loves Me 6:47
3. Of Lilies Bent With Tears 7:10 3. Of Lilies Bent With Tears 7:10
4. The Distance, Busy With Shadows 10:46 4. The Distance, Busy With Shadows 10:46 3. The Distance, Busy With Shadows 10:46
5. Of Sorry Eyes In March 10:34 5. Of Sorry Eyes In March 10:34
--- Disc Two --- --- Disc Two ---
1. Vanité Triomphante 12:21 1. Vanité Triomphante 12:21
2. That Dress And Summer Skin 9:38 2. That Dress And Summer Skin 9:38
3. And Then You Go 9:21 3. And Then You Go 9:21
4. A Hand Of Awful Rewards 10:21 4. A Hand Of Awful Rewards 10:21
--- Bonus Disk ---
1. The Music Of Flesh 7:04
2. Seven Times She Wept 4:06
3. The Burning Coast Of Regnum Italicum 11:50
4. She Heard My Body Dying 8:31
5. And All Their Joy Was Drowned 10:14
total time 1:27:01 total time 2:08:46 total time 33:13
2LP Version
1. And Then You Go 9:21
2. Vanité Triomphante 12:21
3. The Burning Coast Of Regnum Italicum 11:50
4. In Your Dark Pavilion 10:03
--- Disc Two ---
1. The Music Of Flesh 7:04
2. You Are Not The One Who Loves Me 6:47
3. She Heard My Body Dying 8:31
4. The Cry Of Mankind: Requiem
5. The Distance, Busy With Shadows 10:46
6. Seven Times She Wept 4:06
total time


In Your Dark Pavilion

All great children
Build altars
I have no love
To give you

In the fire that rages between our sleep
I thought I saw you amid the ruins.
And I can witness you have nothing left.
I'll give you my heart through this biblical tome

I dream of being beside her
As I move through this water
Step over here you Devil
Her earth looks like
My dying skin


You Are Not the One Who Loves Me

You are not the one who loves me
I take you from your bathing
And I drive you.
I am this rope
Around your feet...

And it's summer
That bows its head,
Down the rivers of night
He fathers great hatred.

Oh, and the moon
Plain in your eyes

Wishes drop through the air
And rip into the fall.
Crowned with blazing leaves her hair
And flesh,
Limb and whole.


Of Lilies Bent with Tears

Hold up the sun
Oh, lord hold up the sun
Shine it on me
Glory, shine it on me
Here comes the sun
Oh God here comes the sun
Climbing on me
Dear Lord climbing on me

Stabat mater dolorosa,
Justa crucem lacrimosa
Dum pendebit filius.

O quam tristis et afflicta,
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater unigenti.

The curves of the earth
I carve them for you
And in the night I drew
A knife of sickness & grief

Stabat mater dolorosa,
Justa crucem lacrimosa
Dum pendebit filius.

O quam tristis et afflicta,
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater unigenti.

There was a wound here
I see it's scars
The shade upon your face
Of lilies bent with tears


The Distance, Busy with Shadows

In heaps they were
the deads stacked high
I crapped and sang among them.

Black was I, yet bent to it;
God and I had shown them.

It fell at my feet
No!
It didn't just come to me to heal its wounds
I will kiss it

It is within me now.
I feel the birth of doom
And the fruit of my body,
Stares right out of this room


Of Sorry Eyes in March

Destiny marks your life
With a knowing indie.
The act of desire has walked on by.

An ancient soul limps from your eyes
It is just your [tear?] left to it.

Flies lie dying on your soury lips
And on young love's broken wings.
And the stone that lets you drown
You are not worth stopping for.

The Earth,
With all its blessing
And the endless [patterns?] of night.

Lay a raft of gold for you
My field here
Is where we end.


Vanité Triomphante

I often hunt you in my dreams,
But your wicked claw awaits me,
Aboard this snow-lit island,
Veins like tortured winter trees,
'Tis the service of my hand,
That silence climbs upon thee.

You are sweet and fine to listen to !
Long tresses about your neck,
Yet much is false.
This mighty evening,
I've seen no face.
This is crushing me.
My quill it aches.

And old ships die like swans,
Against our frozen icy shore,
Pass your dying body,
I leave you in your thoughts

Trees dance and fail
Tell them I came
My beauty pale
Was yours the same?

Viens, il est temps de partir
Je vais regretter ta haine
Ta vainte triomphante
Fera sa reverence

I laid them in books
Just your heart and mine
For lovers to read
The lonely to pine

Through my broken skin
And cherry tree blood
The real world falls in
A false life of love


That Dress and Summer Skin

As the sun drew up
Its golden chair
I looked upon my own sleep
And so you shall
Taste my grief

Through blood and tears
You helped me

You [left for none?]
Lonely defeat

I'll doom this nights
I drill my life

As I look at them
And know what my hands have done

I've shaked these thorns for you
From my crown, for you

So go on now
Put on that dress for me.
Put on that dress for me
Put on that dress
For me

Put on that dress

Well my love, my love
My sweet one
What have you done?
My love [x3]
My sweet
I only think of you
And this nights we had
I only dream of you
I'm so alone


And Then You Go

Here is the darkest place I know
You found in your eyes a home
And then you go

Come up here to my face
Into wars we race
Eat up the haste

I am poor for the lord
My age is lead and sore
Sit beneath my jaw

There! My prints in the snow
The wind and me alone
And then you go

And within it your embrace
Long given away the chase
Away flees grace

And then you go


A Hand of Awful Rewards

[Instrumental]


The Music of Flesh

See the light and feel my warm desire
Run through your veins like the evening sun

My father was a handsome man
But I am his exception
And at each station of hatred
I still claim to be his son

See the light and feel my warm desire
Run through your veins like the evening sun
It will live but no eyes will see it

I was broken in the water
I may be this way forever

Eyes will see it
With the music of my flesh
And creeping hair around my neck
Eyes will see it

At the rim of cotton
On my bedroom dress
The gunfire of his hate
Launches my excess
But my wish won't kill him
Though even God forgot me
My words weak and ill
Misery wrote my plea
This will be his will

No eyes will see it


Seven Times She Wept

As I tore into my woman
The body accepted the sin.
I saw her dying there
Just below my wing...

In dies all over me,
Cascades of your black hair.
I knew the world's end;
I felt it,
true and rare.

[Soprano]

Rise from your slumber,
In my arms.


The Burning Coast of Regnum Italicum

My black, feathered breast
Unto comes o'er mast & sail
Look upon a broken site
Torn apart through wind & hail

Lead me to the chaos of water
As I reveal myself to you
A fall from God is a blessing unknown
It's rivers deep from which I drew

Where is the burning city?
Great Naples, it's kings alone
A hunger roared and reared
A fool suffers in Rome

Mon enfant, prends patience,
Bientot la nuit tombera.
Dors, si tu peux,
Et reve de pays merveilleux.


She Heard My Body Dying

I watched the youth, dripped from my face
As I cut her free upon the water.
My name reversed is loneliness,
Increasing [of born?] to slaughter

Well loved and she still left me.
Her laugh, brief and vile.
With naked foot I give chase
Mile after soury mile.

Why is this for me?


And All Their Joy Was Drowned

I arrived splashed with blood and tried to fix my hair.
My soul left on your path,
It's better off there.

My name is read out loud
And I menaced through the door.
A thunderstorm of eyes watch,
As I'm fierce across the floor.

Candles spit and ribbons rear,
Strings, [ball and chain?].
Dancers glide and passions collide.
I'm scouring the room...
I know my enemies, everyone
And white fruits and pearls
Carousel, all about me.
The lace, those ribbons and curls

Kindness is not my gift,
A blade of glass my secrecy,
Is poised,
At my wrist.

They perish from my sadness,
I saw gold in your eyes,
Your gift here tremendous
Like the God between your thighs.

And all their joy was drowned.
Not of course,
That I care


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