As I gaze from my tower
I can see him lurking, watching
Flickering in the gloom-light of funeral pyres
Immortal specter, waiting in the shadows
For his time to emerge and close my eyes forever
Who is this figure, shrouded in the veil of death?
Why does he seek me to inflict his curse upon my head?
From beyond the realm of man
He speaks with words like thunder
Casting condemnation upon my wounded soul
No more to breathe the air, to feel the warmth of summer
As I start to slip away, I know my time has come
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.