Your  River  -  My  Dying  Bride

  Your  bloodied  body  is  what  I  cling  to.

    In  powerful  rain,  they  laid  down  their  heads  to  die.

    Let  your  dark,  thirsty  eyes  drink  deep  the  sights  of  me.

    It＇s  sad  that,  in  our  blindness,  we  gather  thorns  for  flowers.

    Your  river  holds  a  feast  of  danger.

    The  suffering  you  have  had  to  bear.

    I＇d  die  for  that  moment  one  more  time.

    The  loved  one  falls  below  your  ideals.

    Pleasure  too  safely  enjoyed  lacks  zest.

    The  brave  lick  their  sickening  lips.

    Rigid,  handsome  and  a  poet.

    A  king  in  his  passionate  castle.

    Where  now?

    Feed  me!

    Hold  me!

    Save  me!

  Save  yourself!

  Where  now?

    Which  way?

    Dear  god,  show  me.

  Take  your  own.

  Struggle  free!

  Arise!

    You＇re  Ruined!

    Stand  down!

    Your  kin,  piled  thick  around  you.

    Save  yourself!