[Verse 1]
Hush, ancient purr
I swore off obsidian thoughts
And lay awake on broken glass
I bled out more than once
I drew the poison out
[Verse 2]
The scavenger feeds in hum of low sea
Cast-off exuviae in fragility
I kept my head down and bit my tongue
Until I tasted love
[Chorus]
Rare form at the casement, for which I burn
Perfect psychosis, noiselessly whirrs
Then hear the reflections, the words they demean
(Then come, destroyer, then come, destroyer)
(We'll fight with claws and teeth)
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.