Woorden: My Dying Bride. The Light At The End Of The World. The Night He Died.

I clasp her dying body to bloody mine
The essential nature of her was so fine
With torn garments she lays in my arms

Womanly graces laid bare, no dignity
Cast aside like nothing at all, torn was she
Shot down and strewn on wasteland in her prime
Opened up for the world to see, oh, the love of mine

No more tears for me now
Lose all fears for me now

Should I seek revenge or let it lie?
Should I find the one and let him die?
I wonder what you'd do if it was you?

One black, furious midnight through howling rain
I descended right upon him, my weeping prey
Kissing him as his life ended in the rain

Sweet was my revenge, a life for life
I feel no remorse, the night he died
I wonder what you'd do if it was you?