Forgive her

A cruel sleep cross our land

All withered and dying

As they fall, the victims

Theyre dying a sad death

In our land, we lay down

And suffer again

 

A dark girl cross our land

Is pacing. Is preying

And with her, a fever

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

Is hers to suffer

It is her toll

Believe me, shes helpless

When she curses our land

When she swallows light

Its not her hand

 

Poison awaits when you kiss her

Her heart cries out for you, for me

Untold misery is hers to serve

out for eternity

Out cold. Mankind will stay

forevermore if she gets her way

She cant help it. Its 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

But now, the conqueror

Her choirs vast

Oh, please forgive her

As mankind dies

As angels weep

And heaven cries

 

(My Dying Bride)

Done