The Lies I Sire — My Dying Bride

Before us lies the story of Enfolding joy, endless love Given to me through a dream A following brought from above

I couldn't help myself God walks by my side Within my limbs burns hate Believe me how I cried The tremble of my hand Blinded by my tears But I stand heroic. The holy words I hear

With glory and blazing eyes I rise into bloody skies Myself a storm, ravaging The wrath of God, down I bring

With mercenary smile I rise up from the shade As the king of all souls The pounding of my wings Tearing through the night Death's taking his toll The searing heat. Burning eyes. Fury and fire A forest of torn victims The lies I sire

My work is done and I leave none The passion in my dying words The grief I leave is meaningless The lies within these ancient words