Before I go down Cleave to me Kiss and drown Weave your web of lies Catch the drifters by The wind brings them in To your den of sin Caught by your divine
The caravans are rolling out On the closing day I see you standing in the crowd I want so much to say If I don't look as lost as you It's just because
Before I go down Cleave to me Kiss and drown Weave your web of lies Catch the drifters by Bring me love songs Sing me black tunes Read me kind words
Vertaling: My Dying Bride. Dochters van de Storm.
