Catching Feathers (Demo)

If my child should die before me The sweetness of youth, a smile that sings Eyes alight insanely butchered, perverse drooling Horrific beyond restraint Lord of the dance, lust is murder for this brave man High, slaughtering general in a white feathered army Mort knows your name, his, before your time I'd love to see you suffer, too much to be called a crime The sweetness of youth, a smile that sings Eyes alight insanely butchered, perverse drooling You cannot even pray, for you have no god --- Catching Feathers (Demo) - My Dying Bride