| Song | The Songless Bird |
| Artist | My Dying Bride |
| Album | Turn Loose the Swans |
| 作词 : My Dying Bride | |
| The very deepest of your wishes. | |
| Climb up high, take my hand. | |
| Tread carefully through these sickening angels. | |
| Look at your god. | |
| look at the way he stands. | |
| The uterine murderess dies herself. | |
| Let me show you all my pain. | |
| Sardonyx lays waste to your eyes and leaves you blind. | |
| Gone is the day. | |
| They that did feed, delicately. | |
| Feed on me. | |
| The call has come, from bird and beast. | |
| Insect and serpent, and all that lives in the sea. | |
| And cities of fire, rip through me. | |
| My life a widower sad. | |
| On your knees, smell your disease. | |
| If i live you will be sorry. | |
| I have a thousand forms. | |
| Uninjured by your tongue. | |
| I'm working to ensnare you. | |
| Couple your name with cruelty. | |
| The mother of dying children. | |
| My hatred is unnumbered. | |
| It rises in my breast. | |
| We've lived with our suffering. | |
| But now...? |
| zuò cí : My Dying Bride | |
| The very deepest of your wishes. | |
| Climb up high, take my hand. | |
| Tread carefully through these sickening angels. | |
| Look at your god. | |
| look at the way he stands. | |
| The uterine murderess dies herself. | |
| Let me show you all my pain. | |
| Sardonyx lays waste to your eyes and leaves you blind. | |
| Gone is the day. | |
| They that did feed, delicately. | |
| Feed on me. | |
| The call has come, from bird and beast. | |
| Insect and serpent, and all that lives in the sea. | |
| And cities of fire, rip through me. | |
| My life a widower sad. | |
| On your knees, smell your disease. | |
| If i live you will be sorry. | |
| I have a thousand forms. | |
| Uninjured by your tongue. | |
| I' m working to ensnare you. | |
| Couple your name with cruelty. | |
| The mother of dying children. | |
| My hatred is unnumbered. | |
| It rises in my breast. | |
| We' ve lived with our suffering. | |
| But now...? |