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 Lyrics in plain text format