Lyrics Catching Feathers - My Dying Bride

Catching Feathers

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