Songtexte:
Virgin Black Elegant And Dying

dying And the spirits of slumber Lulled at my side They tormented my world And praised at my grave I gave them a portion In pursuance of my peace But they took it and

for my soul The air is dense behind me It follows, brooding, a presence that clamours for And strikes at my soul Shadows slant, the darkness clings and

have clung, quivering, with bruised flesh Christendom rise and dress yourself What delicious tears you've made me shed Beloved, how many times I look at you With suspended breath, and

the face A gesture of farewell, to the kiss of God's mouth Kiss the image in a stranger's casket What has become of splendour? Twelve strokes have fallen And

[instrumental]

have clung, quivering, with bruised flesh Christendom rise and dress yourself What delicious tears you've made me shed Beloved, how many times I look at you With suspended breath, and

We fell in love, with dust in our lids And the pain of a severed soul We lowered our heads and lifted our face Placed our bodies in celebration On the

are you holding on? I'm holding on Look at us dying A field of human crucifixes, weathered and fading Heaven hears nothing as the priests are wailing And