My dying bride - одна из моих любимых групп, давно уже ставшая классикой doom metal, однако не загоняющая себя в какие-то узкие рамки музыкального стиля, впрочем, разве может трагедия иметь какие-то рамки?



My dying bride - The Cry of Mankind

You can't expect to see him and survive
You'll shallow his tongue of thorns
His mouth, dripping with flies
In his glorious kingdom of fire
But I believe he wept
I will make them all lie down
Down here hope lies dying
With lust, you’re kicking mankind to death
We live and die without hope
You tramp us down in a river of death
As I stand here now, my heart is black
I don't want to die a lonely man
This is a weary hour
This is a weary hour