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My Dying Bride - Meisterwerk III - Symphonaire infernus et spera empyrium
Meisterwerk III
Disc 1
01. Symphonaire infernus et spera empyrium
02. The Crown of Sympathy
03. The Grief of Age
04. A Kiss to Remember
05. Grace Unhearing (Portishell mix)
06. For You
07. Unreleased Bitterness
08. Sear Me III
09. Follower
Disc 2
01. Sear Me MCMXCIII
02. Vast Choirs
03. She Is the Dark
04. Catching Feathers
05. Two Winters Only
06. Your River
07. Some Velvet Morning
08. Roads
09. My Hope, the Destroyer
Disc 3
01. The Wreckage of My Flesh
02. Feel the Misery
03. Deeper Down (Uberdoom edit)
04. Kneel Till Doomsday
05. She Heard My Body Dying
06. Bring Me Victory
07. To Remain Tombless
08. Seven Times She Wept
09. The Manuscript
10. Scarborough Fair
11. I Almost Loved You
The destroying genius of idols
Will shroud the world with utter lies
Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis
Portraits have spoken their masters distress
Icons with kisses, tell me who have seen this
Failing Enochian tapestries

Depict the prince of fallen virtues
In almost poetic rhapsody
Masturbate to the sound of the knell
The Pathetic stench of dying children
Perhaps our fall is certain
Limbs entwined in absolute cotorsion

Please put off your veil
Your heart is blameless
And I shudder for knowing it

A hot May makes a fat churchyard
And lych-fowl breed in chaotic frenzy
Her cry was the saddest of all earths sounds
Trauma bites hard the hearts of kin
Swept away by a moments sadness
They say rage is a brief madness

By way of the beloveds farewell
Give back to nature what we first did take
And monuments would slowly fill
The agendas of Kings and Queens
In silence our faces bleed
The holy voice torn away by the gale

Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you

Love is a game where both players cheat
Gone is the tale of Hero and Leander
Women are angels yet wedlock's the devil
To have and to hold but death no longer parts
Harlots and sluts, whores of our world
Expose their stinking vaginas

Many who have no will of their own
Hold their souls towards the sinister bloom
Are you rich oh lord of vanity
As you peddle your wears of cruelty
Dressed up so you look the part
So blind, it's ignorance you wear

Quite brutal beyond belief
Sores that weep their septic tears
Dragged out through war torn lifetimes
And death shall feast on us all
The mills of God grind slowly
The adorable light of that which is most divine

The fascination of her shape
With mansions of awe and splendor
Elegant in simplicity
So at last your faith rewards you
Through fields enriched with pastel shade
And fragrant lavenders soft to smell

You laugh and drink wine of no great age
Nature does scent the farthest shores
Face to face your angelic host
All hopes in you imperishably kept
Is God your wish and all your dreams
If your body is frail then yes by all means

Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you