слова песни My Dying Bride - The Grief Of Age
The terror of being
Left alone
Never leaves me
Unspeakables woes
Gather me
Up forever
To your breast
Morbid weather
Watch this face
Still a child
Eyes red raw
Aching and tired
Issue your
Delicate voice
Sing through me
Men are twice boys
Childrens waking fears
Of the supernatural
Choke their simple thoughts