The gentle hands, those tenders of my wounds They whisper softly, and softly they cry I have returned, only to be snatched from them They weep for me and so do I mourn for them All of them, For in my embrace, I have cursed them For in my return, I have carried to them, The slow death
The vengeful Lord has not accepted my penitence This wandered who once was a sinner The slow death would too easily release me From the horror of my memories So the Lord In his cruelty Has cursed me To in my return Carry in my bones This black death
Two score days after our reunion The will receive the Lord's last touch, Crimson kisses across the breast Distended skin of sallow aspect And they fall Into fever They bleed And they choke The wounds weep Their breathes cease
I will my aching bones, burning throat, shivering blood To now rest and surrender, release me to this black death Before my haunted eyes are forced to see Before my guilty heart is forced to feel The horror And the hopeless sorrow That awaits them I will close my eyes I close my soul And they begin to dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
