Kneel Till Doomday Lyrics - My Dying Bride

I drank the meaning of her words, as theft 

She danced for Chopin, but his request was that she left 

The sea gave up his daughter for the moon 

So weary she looked, as my arm lifts at noon 

The fate of you and the world hung on his lonely choice 

I cannot, but I would love to bury the dead again 

Reward and punishment are the walls of a city bare 

And it is within you comfort I show the mirror 

A panic of rich desire leaps up from your burning face 

The face that shows your eyes was my sole victim tonight 

It's for you, Christ, that my bodies' here 

You're bold with your anger and your love is shrewd 

He is quick so beware 

The cold pool waits just for you 

Pierced to the soul by heavens blade of dire shadows 

Where she speaks with her lord 

Her maker sits all alone 

Deeds are fruit, words are leaves 

Long shadows cast by old sins 

She spoke of Christ to the deaf and the poor 

The woman of fatalism is here now 

Her heart creeps among shadows of sick children 

The dying, graceful snow breaks her simple back