My Dying Bride - Into the Lake of Ghosts

Album - The Light at the end of the World - 1999 Enter the Ghost Lake. The waters whisper Of something brooding. No way out of here. Slow smouldering, smouldering heat. Lapping at your skin Pulling you down again. I wish that I could Fan back to life The dying embers Of my long lost passion. Descending deeper. With black as my light. With twist and turn. All men will be tried in life. We look for light to call. The call to save us all. Lest we fall to our knees. The death, we kiss his feet. Oh, sacred mother come. For our fate is done. In blindness do we run Always backwards. The care of many Was lost in my hands. The sickness came in Floods of torment and woe. My withered body. Aching and bone tired. My christ who art lord. Hold me down again. Knee bent and head held low. Eyes closed against my foe. In prayer I sing on low. Answers to my last call. Oh, sacred father come. For