Virgin Black Lyrics

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A Saint Is Weeping Lyrics

Curdled milk in wine

 The lingering taste of yesterday

 My color has grown pale

 Your face I see no more

 A pointed finger accuses me 

 So dead, so numb, so cold

 With every illicit embrace

 A splintered soul is cast aside

 

 If I see the face of God I will die...

 It's killing me slowly

 A drop of blood day by day

 My mind defiles its temple

 My mansion shared with swine

 My seed mixing in a harlot's womb

 How many bastards will I create?

 Will I see my dead expression?

 And failures in their eyes

 

 If I see the face of God I will die!

 Cut my cord, let me drift away

 This morning's foul, I can endure no more

 My days are cruel

 My mistress never slumbers

 And sorrow never leaves me

 Like the cuts in my flesh

 And the sun refuses to shine

 And the walls rile against me

 And these knuckles raw and broken

 The futile throes of freedom

 

 And somewhere, a saint is weeping

 Whispering my name

 Saying, "Let him see the face of God

 Let him die."