Catching Feathers (Demo) Lyrics
If my child should die before me
The sweetness of youth, a smile that sings
Eyes alight insanely butchered, perverse drooling
Horrific beyond restraint
Lord of the dance, lust is murder for this brave man
High, slaughtering general in a white feathered army
Mort knows your name, his, before your time
I'd love to see you suffer, too much to be called a crime
https://www.elyricsworld.com/catching_feathers_(demo)_lyrics_my_dying_bride.html
The sweetness of youth, a smile that sings
Eyes alight insanely butchered, perverse drooling
You cannot even pray, for you have no god
