The Sexuality Of Bereavement — текст песни (My Dying Bride)

I soothe I lend a gracious ear
Your sobbing, somehow sexual
Come to my bosom. The help I bring
Is all my pleasure you lonely, dear thing

Oh, cruel love, when held by you
My sanity does fly

You lie there mourning with looks of desire
T is beauty when you cry

Drink my grieving love
Desire and wine go well
Sleep, I`ll watch over you
Relief? Time will tell

Secrecy fosters passion
You stay untouched
I know you are alone
With peace I care much