I Am The Bloody Earth — My Dying Bride

Lay down with beasts, and welter in my gore Fill your cups of Christ, I am the bloody earth Bright, riding in heaven. The player in rags White Bat is death? Feed it to pigs

Rise to be a king, shining with power Down silent avenues, I live on

Life You owe yours to me Wear Me around you neck Kneel And cry for me Son Father please help me

Safe delivery of a handsome child Merry and sweet looking My endeavours to rise seem useless But I will fight the distance between us