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Turn Loose The Swans

๐Ÿ‘ค My Dying Bride โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Live At Willem II (Bootleg) โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 10:38
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โฑ๏ธ 10:38 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 29604304

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

So little of what we observe is the girl herself
Elaborate scented perfume, adieu d'amour
Vast is the heir's ballroom, let the rich give you presents
Heaven pours from her throat, as she sings and as she dances

The fumes of rich swine, honey glazed and dripping
Playing in the air, my mouth eager and wishing
But I return to this nightingale, her hair all fiery red
Deep it is and wild, my weakness will be fed

Boys whipped on the altar of Diana
Sometimes until they died
The cunning wily merchant
His four crippled horses

Tales told in warlike manner
The storyteller by the fire
While musing deeply on this sight
The songster stirred my desire

You are sweet and fine to listen to
Long tresses about your neck yet much is false
This mighty evening I've seen no face
This is crushing me
My quill, it aches

Turn loose the swans that drew my poets craft
I'll dwell in desolate cities
You burned my wings
I leave this ode splendid
Victorious through the carnage
I wanted to touch them all
I wanted to touch them all

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:45.51] So little of what we observe is the girl herself
[01:04.48] Elaborate scented perfume, adieu d'amour
[01:23.52] Vast is the heir's ballroom, let the rich give you presents
[01:41.73] Heaven pours from her throat, as she sings and as she dances
[01:57.46]
[02:48.43] The fumes of rich swine, honey glazed and dripping
[02:58.88] Playing in the air, my mouth eager and wishing
[03:09.05] But I return to this nightingale, her hair all fiery red
[03:19.59] Deep it is and wild, my weakness will be fed
[03:30.03]
[04:18.84] Boys whipped on the altar of Diana
[04:25.10] Sometimes until they died
[04:30.27] The cunning wily merchant
[04:35.79] His four crippled horses
[04:41.82]
[04:53.08] Tales told in warlike manner
[04:58.60] The storyteller by the fire
[05:04.63] While musing deeply on this sight
[05:10.17] The songster stirred my desire
[05:15.46]
[06:16.16] You are sweet and fine to listen to
[06:29.06] Long tresses about your neck yet much is false
[06:43.81] This mighty evening I've seen no face
[06:59.34] This is crushing me
[07:06.22] My quill, it aches
[07:11.32]
[07:29.37] Turn loose the swans that drew my poets craft
[07:46.41] I'll dwell in desolate cities
[07:55.45] You burned my wings
[08:03.38] I leave this ode splendid
[08:12.73] Victorious through the carnage
[08:21.60] I wanted to touch them all
[08:29.95] I wanted to touch them all
[08:33.67]

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