| Song | Your River |
| Artist | My Dying Bride |
| Album | The Angel & The Dark River |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : My Dying Bride | |
| Your bloodied is what | |
| I cling to. | |
| In powerful rain, they laid down their heads to die. | |
| Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep the sights of me. | |
| It's sad that, in our blindness, we gather thorns for flowers. | |
| Your river holds a feast of danger. | |
| The suffering you have had to bear. | |
| I'd die for that moment one more time. | |
| The loved one falls below your ideals. | |
| Pleasure too safely enjoyed lacks zest. | |
| The brave lick their sickening lips. | |
| Rigid, handsome and a poet. | |
| A king in his passionate castle. | |
| Where now? | |
| Feed me!Hold me! | |
| Save me!Save yourself! | |
| Where now? | |
| Which way? | |
| Dear God, show me, take your own. | |
| Struggle free! | |
| Arise!You're runed! | |
| Stand down! | |
| Your kin, piled thick around you. | |
| Save yourself! |
| zuo ci : My Dying Bride | |
| Your bloodied is what | |
| I cling to. | |
| In powerful rain, they laid down their heads to die. | |
| Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep the sights of me. | |
| It' s sad that, in our blindness, we gather thorns for flowers. | |
| Your river holds a feast of danger. | |
| The suffering you have had to bear. | |
| I' d die for that moment one more time. | |
| The loved one falls below your ideals. | |
| Pleasure too safely enjoyed lacks zest. | |
| The brave lick their sickening lips. | |
| Rigid, handsome and a poet. | |
| A king in his passionate castle. | |
| Where now? | |
| Feed me! Hold me! | |
| Save me! Save yourself! | |
| Where now? | |
| Which way? | |
| Dear God, show me, take your own. | |
| Struggle free! | |
| Arise! You' re runed! | |
| Stand down! | |
| Your kin, piled thick around you. | |
| Save yourself! |
| zuò cí : My Dying Bride | |
| Your bloodied is what | |
| I cling to. | |
| In powerful rain, they laid down their heads to die. | |
| Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep the sights of me. | |
| It' s sad that, in our blindness, we gather thorns for flowers. | |
| Your river holds a feast of danger. | |
| The suffering you have had to bear. | |
| I' d die for that moment one more time. | |
| The loved one falls below your ideals. | |
| Pleasure too safely enjoyed lacks zest. | |
| The brave lick their sickening lips. | |
| Rigid, handsome and a poet. | |
| A king in his passionate castle. | |
| Where now? | |
| Feed me! Hold me! | |
| Save me! Save yourself! | |
| Where now? | |
| Which way? | |
| Dear God, show me, take your own. | |
| Struggle free! | |
| Arise! You' re runed! | |
| Stand down! | |
| Your kin, piled thick around you. | |
| Save yourself! |