Blessed be the hands whose touch is fire
Blessed be a death that takes you higher
Whatever your faith is, that verily is you
The crack in the skull
The knife that cuts you through
Holy bosom, sacred space
Chthonic powers, descending grace
Supreme mother to the orphans of God
In the shadow lands of the world, your deities abound
Nebulae swirl like dust by your lotus feet
The above contained within, the whole complete
Dweller of invisible landscapes of blood and bone
Omniscient, immanent, present and unknown
Holy bosom, sacred space
Chthonic powers, descending grace
Supreme mother to the orphans of God
In the shadow lands of the world, your deities abound
Blessed be the hands whose touch is fire
Blessed be a birth that takes you higher
In awe, we stand of the Motherhood of God
In awe, we stand of the Motherhood of God
Holy bosom, sacred space
Chthonic powers, descending grace
Supreme mother to the orphans of god
In the shadow lands of the world, your deities abound
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.