catching feathers

• bir my dying bride şarkısı.
  
  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