My Dying Bride - Catching Feathers lyrics

If my child should die before me The sweetness of youth, a smile that sings Eyes alight insanely butchered Perverse drooling Horrific beyond restraint Lord of the dance Lust is murder For this brave man High slaughtering general In a white feathered army Mort, knows your name His, before your time I'd love to see you suffer Too much to be called a crime The sweetness of youth, a smile that sings Eyes alight insanely butchered Perverse drooling You cannot even pray, for you have no God