Santuario Di Sangue — My Dying Bride

With your baronial motif Mankind at your feet and your opulent guests With whom you do jest The whisper of your blood The call to those you loved Who lay down for you For you to run them through

Carelessly dressed I grovel highness Beneath your stars and your moon and your feminine doom

Beneath the shiver of your sea and the gold that you bleed On the wings of your charm A promise of great harm

The light within us fades As we shy away from day The passion of her bite and the glory of her sight In a hive of open lore We await the call to war In an issue of drying blood Lies the victim of our love

Regale me with lies and punish me outright The crisis of my empire The volume of your desire

Your enfolding dark Your beauty and your mark I give you my veins As we lay down in pain

I couldn't help the things we did No matter where or how I hid We live for every single night Victorious in every fight