To Shiver in Empty Halls - My Dying Bride

I rose in purest winter

The ripped canvas of the dark sky

Fierce I go into the night

As rain runs upon me

My poisoned shell becomes alight

Wickedness with beauty

Is the Devil’s hook baited

Darkness is loneliness

With shadows tall and grim

And histories inked in sin

I have eaten you

My guilt is dust

St. Petersburg revealed to me

It’s Winter Palace by the sea

Saw my crippled birth

The seduction of Plato offers up one more clue

Watching proud with a smile on my face

Your holy shiver and fall from grace

All you offer is an empty faith

Looking around me, that won’t keep you safe

And I am always at your side

Crawling black and silent

You do not even truly believe

Which makes me proud of what I’ve achieved

The fortress of humanity

Broken now, falls into the sea

Now my sins are washed away

For those of you, who exist

I lay for you, three numbers six

Over the hill and under the ground

Sing as you like, there is no sound

For those of you, who exist

I lay for you, three numbers six

Over the hill and under the ground

Sing as you like, there is no sound

For those of you, who exist

I lay for you, three numbers six

Over the hill and under the ground

Sing as you like, there is no sound