Texty: My Dying Bride. The Dreadful Hours.

Mother will you take me down?
I have become so afraid
Mother please, please take me down
Sorry, your boy is not brave
Child just hold on. Night will soon be
gone
Sleep if you can. But watch your
father's hand
We do not want you. No-body loves
you
Father of the dark. Tonight will greet
you
God in heaven, can you hear me
Help me Oh Lord. They're coming for
me
Mother warned me. Father scorned
me
Oh my God No. Now I hear him
I claim your life on this night
within sight of your own God
The silence, the waiting then the
pain
Oh child, sleep will be here soon
Your life has only ever been shame
And so young boy, my hand brings
doom
Child, won't you awake. Father has
gone
Child, please come awake. Please,my
tiny son