My Dying Bride - Turn Loose The Swans Lyrics
So little of what we observe, is the girl herselfElaborate, scented coiffersAdieu d'amourVast is the heirs ballroomLet the rich give you presentsHeaven pours from her throat, as she sings and as she dancesThe fumes of rich swine, honeyglazed and dripping, playing in the airMy mouth eager and wishingBut I return to this nightingaleHer hair all fiery redDeep it is and wildMy weakness will be fedBoys whipped on the altar of DianaSometimes until they diedThe cunning, wily merchant, and his four crippled horsesTales told in warlike mannerThe storyteller by the fireWhile musing deeply on this sight, the songster stirred my desireYou are sweet and fine to listen toLong tresses about your neckYet much is falseThis mighty evening, I've seen no faceThis is crushing meMy quill it achesTurn loose the swans that drew my poets craftI'll dwell in desolate citiesYou burned my wingsI leave this ode, splendid victorious through the carnageI wanted to touch them allI wanted to touch them all