| Song | She Is the Dark |
| Artist | My Dying Bride |
| Album | The Light at the End of the World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : My Dying Bride | |
| A cruel sleep 'cross our land | |
| All withered and dying | |
| As the fall, the victims | |
| They're 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, she's helpless | |
| When she curses our land | |
| When she swallows light | |
| It's 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 can't help it. It's 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 |
| zuo ci : My Dying Bride | |
| A cruel sleep ' cross our land | |
| All withered and dying | |
| As the fall, the victims | |
| They' re 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, she' s helpless | |
| When she curses our land | |
| When she swallows light | |
| It' s 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 can' t help it. It' s 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 |
| zuò cí : My Dying Bride | |
| A cruel sleep ' cross our land | |
| All withered and dying | |
| As the fall, the victims | |
| They' re 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, she' s helpless | |
| When she curses our land | |
| When she swallows light | |
| It' s 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 can' t help it. It' s 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 |