My Dying Bride - The Burning Coast Of Regnum Italicum lyrics

rate me

My black, feathered breast

Unto comes o'er mast & sail

Look upon a broken site

Torn apart through wind & hail

Lead me to the chaos of water

As I reveal myself to you

A fall from God is a blessing unknown

It's rivers deep from which I drew

Where is the burning city?

Great Naples, it's kings alone

A hunger roared and reared

A fool suffers in Rome

Mon enfant, prends patience,

Bientot la nuit tombera.

Dors, si tu peux,

Et reve de pays merveilleux.