A Chapter In Loathing — My Dying Bride

As darkness stole me away One evening of sober grey She alone did not laugh As I walk the devil's path Without your moon and your sin I could not find my way Though I fight and I fear I will never ever pray

In a tower he sits Aged with despair

His anger was poison and fire and pain Torrents of tears Echo his dark reign

The great beast of religion Sears me

Thy chaste breast, a ruin Thy silent mind, closing in His son, rampant and gorged with blood

His face - behold horror Armed with eyes of terror Taking - shows no mercy Each one of us