The Night He Died — My Dying Bride

I clasp her dying body to bloody mine The essential nature of her was so fine With torn garments she lays in my arms

Womanly graces laid bare No dignity Cast aside like nothing at all Torn was she Shot down and strewn on wasteland In her prime Opened up for the world to see Oh, the love of mine

No more tears for me now Lose all fears for me now

Should I seek revenge or let it lie? Should I find the one and let him die? I wonder what you would do if it were you

One black, furious midnight Through howling rain I descended right upon him My weeping prey Kissing him as his life ended In the rain

Sweet was my revenge A life for life I feel no remorse The night he died I wonder what you would do if it was you?