My Dying Bride – The Raven Wings 0

In fiery flight we would leave this hall
The Holy House, House of God will fall
To death they go with music and song
But our dread simply must go on

I feel our need to feed goes on
For our greed, watch them bleeding on
This hour's ours, with open arms go on

Crowned with thorns and pain was he
Raised our hands and slew him utterly
Crimson waves of the tears of war
This is what we were put here for

Eden fall
Mercy for life
I here their calls
Stood and watched them die
Heaven crawls
Wings burn on hight
Beauty falls
Beg unto me why

Fold thy raven
Raven wings
'Tis our durty
Darkness brings
If this day
Be our last
Our victims await
For they are vast

In fiery death we will crawl away
Content we live for each and every day
Black and burned with a stench of decay