מילים לשיר She Is The Dark – My Dying Bride

A cruel sleep 'cross our land
As the fall, the victims
All withered and dying
They're dying a sad death
In our land, we lay down And suffer again
Is pacing. Is preying
And with her, a fever
A dark girl'cross our land
A marching black fever No eyes see. No features
Just black form, suffering
You have her sympathy
You have her tears
She tries only to take
All your fears
The pain she feels
When she drinks your soul
It is her toll
Is hers to suffer
Believe me, she's helpless
When she curses our land
When she swallows light
It's not her hand
Her heart cries out for you, for me Poison awaits when you kiss her
out for eternity
Untold misery is hers to serve
forevermore if she gets her way
Out cold. Mankind will stay
She can't help it. It's her curse
To sing your pain in her own verse
She is the dark The nightmares you hide
The pain you feel
The suffering inside
Though she was like you
Through her dark past
Her choirs vast
But now, the conqueror
Oh, please forgive her
As mankind dies
And heaven criesAs angels weep.