The Scarlet Garden
Embrace of Desire: Unveiling the Dark Journey of My Dying Bride
Lyrics
I know no shame
I acknowledge no shame.
The empire of my desire
The realm of my intense longing.
Gathers you into my fire
Draws you into my passion or destructive influence.
I hope you fall.
I desire your downfall.
Hope you call,
I desire you to invoke my name.
My filthy name.
Refers to the speaker's name with a negative connotation.
It makes you crawl
Forces you to humble yourself.
On you knees, with all your pleas.
On your knees, begging desperately.
Lay down there, look up at me.
Lie down and look up at me, symbolizing submission.
Are you alive my dear,and breathing?
Questioning the person's vitality and breath.
Are you diseased my dear,and bleeding?
Asking about the person's health, with a morbid touch.
I'll lift you high my dear,
Promises to elevate and intoxicate the person's senses.
I'll have you dreaming.
Anticipation of inducing dreams or delusions.
'Tis time to say farewell, to your pleading.
Declaring the end of mercy or pity.
Poor devils as thou art.
Addressing the person as a pitiable soul.
A ruin at my feet.
Describing the person as a ruin at the speaker's feet.
Go drop your little life,
Encourages the person to relinquish their insignificant life.
And welcome up my sleep.
Invites the person to embrace eternal rest or death.
So briefly at my side.
Highlighting the brevity of the person's companionship.
So simple in defeat.
Emphasizing simplicity in the face of defeat.
No more lies utter from you.
Expressing a desire for honesty or sincerity from the person.
From mine eyes
The speaker will take the person from their view, suggesting control.
I must take you.
Declaring a necessity to separate from the person.
No longer wise.
The person is no longer considered wise or discerning.
Nothing is new.
Nothing is novel or surprising.
Tears for my trembling faith.
Tears shed for the speaker's shaken faith.
You shall not die unsung.
The person will not be forgotten or left without a tribute.
Goodbye my dear, you wicked thing.
Bidding farewell to the person, described as wicked.
I have no tears, beautiful thing.
No sorrow for the person, emphasizing beauty.
No silver pail to catch them in.
No receptacle for tears, symbolizing emotional detachment.
So ends this tale you did not win.
Concluding that the person did not achieve victory.
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