O the sky grey orange
And the walls stained blue
And I laid right down on the golden satin with you
Into sween dark circles of beautiful eyes
I go round
O lord
I go round
Will you tell me once again
Cream white skin
You are my friend
I seen you walkin' and your white hips sway
O girl I will have you no more
To the moan in your voice
Not a charm do you lack
Your skin to touch as a black raven's back
But I cannot go far with these words as they rhyme
As to tell, of the pleasure, your hand in mine
And I pray as I say this song in this way
That your eyes they would close an your head begin to sway
And you'll feel how he heals with his blood on our skin
I am yours lady scrawled and thin
Will you tell me once again
Cream white skin
You are my friend
I seen you walkin' in your husband's way
Girl I will have you more
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.