My Dying Bride - Catching Feathers Lyrics
If my child should die before meThe sweetness of youth, a smile that singsEyes alight insanely butchered, perverse droolingHorrific beyond restraintLord of the dance, lust is murder for this brave manHigh, slaughtering general in a white feathered armyMort knows your name, his, before your timeI'd love to see you suffer, too much to be called a crimeThe sweetness of youth, a smile that singsEyes alight insanely butchered, perverse droolingYou cannot even pray, for you have no god