My Dying Bride - The Barghest O' Whitby Lyrics
I doubt I shall ever come back
Moving thin and wane, an old danger
A thorn am I with sunken back
I am the enemy of you, traitor.
And the world cold. I'm still on track
It is the sky that bleeds my name
And in it's breath my heart's contained
I watched you fleeing from my ruin
A scent of blood is your undoing
Through oak that groan under the rain
Under my feet, the world arcane
In suffering I was always right
Within the silver moon tonight
From my lips the word is sung
A great show of fear
Fear that I am near
And very far is dawn
'Twas such a promising morn
Come, look back at me
I sense you on the breeze
The fall from your throne
This is all I need
Tell me what remains
A hunger within yourself?
So many miles before I sleep
Your truth is weak
Are those tiny rivers
Down your rosy cheek?
Laid out against the sky
In the corners of the night
Falling from my mouth
The words of punishment
I will make you see
Your traffic of misery
It is my sins that you deplore
Count them fair, for I have more
To my mouth I carry you
In crimson teeth, the breath I drew
I make you dust, as you were flesh
Honoured to see a performance in death
We have no time, no time at all
There's empty rooms and shadowing halls
Fevering thoughts all hollow and old
Shivering veins now running cold
When dawns were young and woodland green
And silvery moons as often seen
In Hawsker dark is where you came
And tore the night asunder
My master at your knife to blame
And wove his eyes with thunder
To Nor' east, just along the coast
Your colleague of the scars
Takes pen to quote the pirates ghost
A lesson from those Tsars
Justice done with dark blood and scum
I'm torn toward the North
From Northern moors they know I'll come
So Whitby is the source!
Where you would sit and wait for me
I arrive at Saltwick Bay
Ans so you shall taste my grief
Drawing the cut, I'm away
My form is bloody and it is true
It is the night I wear around me
From lies I grew a spit of untruth
I help the frail sky to its sleep
Nameless, I come and without end
Within the moor and without end.
Other Lyrics by Artist
- My Dying Bride - Catherine Blake
- My Dying Bride - My Body, A Funeral
- My Dying Bride - Fall With Me
- My Dying Bride - The Lies I Sire
- My Dying Bride - Bring Me Victory
- My Dying Bride - Echoes From A Hollow Soul
- My Dying Bride - ShadowHaunt
- My Dying Bride - Santuario di Sangue
- My Dying Bride - A Chapter In Loathing
- My Dying Bride - Death Triumphant
- My Dying Bride - Bring Me Victory
- My Dying Bride - Scarborough Fair
- My Dying Bride - Failure
- My Dying Bride - Vast Choirs (Live At Graspop Metal Meeting 2008)
- My Dying Bride - In Your Dark Pavilion
- My Dying Bride - You Are Not The One Who Loves Me
- My Dying Bride - The Blood, The Wine, The Roses
- My Dying Bride - Deeper Down
Rand Lyrics
Last Posts
Beyonce Shakes the Internet with Surprise Super Bowl Tease and New Music Release
Beyoncé once again set the digital world abuzz with her latest musical surprise. In an unforgettable move during the Super Bowl, a Verizon commercial served...
Watch Usher’s Full Super Bowl 2024 Halftime Performance Usher, Alicia Keys, Jermaine Dupri, Ludacris,
At the 2024 Super Bowl, Usher redefined the halftime show with a dazzling, career-highlight performance that will be remembered for years to come. Taking the...
Usher Unveils ‘Coming Home’: A Journey Through Sound and Soul in His Latest Album
Spanning three decades in the music industry, Usher has consistently mesmerized fans with his soulful tunes and magnetic performances. However, his most recent project, Coming...
My Dying Bride The Barghest O' Whitby Comments
Yup...pretty much sounds like Whitby on a Monday mornin'
https://www.facebook.com/groups/469385983604177/?ref=share
not their best. not their worst.
THose last 5 minutes though! Love to crank that shit.
The story of the Yorkshire mythical black dog is, as Aaron said, a story of revenge. At a more mundane level it makes me think of an untrained pitbull wrecking havoc which is revenge for human stupidity and cruelty to this breed in the form of making them fight bulls and bears for entertainment. The Yorkshire dog, I think, is more than that - the embodiment of revenge for all cruelty to dogs.
The Barghest is an omen foretelling death of an individual. I must say your face is so familiar. :D
The Yorkshire dog has one of the driest humours of all dogs :)
exactly like old MDB, amazing
Amazing!
Ooh, that guitar sound gives me the creeps instantaneously... great!
🤘🌚🕌
One of the greatest metal tracks ever recorded