Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Turn Loose the Swans, artist - My Dying Bride. Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Song language: English
Turn Loose the Swans |
| So little of what we observe, is the girl herself |
| Elaborate, scented coiffers |
| Adieu d’amour |
| Vast is the heirs ballroom |
| Let the rich give you presents |
| Heaven pours from her throat, as she sings and as she dances |
| The fumes of rich swine, honeyglazed and dripping, playing in the air |
| My mouth eager and wishing |
| But I return to this nightingale |
| Her hair all fiery red |
| Deep it is and wild |
| My weakness will be fed |
| Boys whipped on the the Altar of Diana, sometimes until they died |
| The cunning wily merchant, and his four crippled horses |
| Tales told in warlike manner |
| The storyteller by the fire |
| While musing deeply on this sight, the songster stirred my desire |
| You are sweet and fine to listen to |
| Long tresses about her neck |
| Yet much is false |
| This mighty evening, I’ve seen no face |
| This is crushing me |
| My quill it aches |
| Turn loose the swans that drew my poets craft |
| I’ll dwell in desolate cities |
| You burned my wings |
| I leave this ode, splendid victorious through the carnage |
| I wanted to touch them all |
| I wanted to touch them all |