My Dying Bride - Of Sorry Eyes in March lyrics

Destiny marks your life With a knowing finger The act of desire Has walked on by And ancient sorrow Limps from your eyes It's just your tears Left to eat Flies lie dying Oh your sorry lips And on young loves Broken wings And the stone That lets you drown You are not worth Stopping for The Earth, with all It's blessing And the endless Fathoms of night Lay a raft of gold For you