The Burning Coast Of Regnum Italicum — My Dying Bride

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 Its rivers deep from which I drew

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

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