Fields Of The Nephilim - Melt (The Catching of the Butterfly) | Текст песни

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As she crawls from my hands
Her eyes I think they've found me
Matter, blood
Her features cease to be traced

Oh, forgive me
Now have your place with god
Innocence can be hell

Of the perfumed and penetrated flesh
She's melting, melting away


Of the passions that see and destroy us
This subtle fire, the secret flame
Torture by desire
Transformation from flesh to spirit

Melting, just melt away

There's a stillness between the light and me
Nothing but dreams and decay and the angel
Whose wounds are my lamentation
Oh, just melt away

Melting, melting away

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