My Dying Bride - Your River - табы GTP и PTB

Your blooded body  is what I  cling to. In  powerful rain, they  laid down
Their heads to  die. let your  dark, thirsty eyes  drink deep the  sights of
Me. It's  sad that,  in our blindness, we  gather thorns  for flowers.  Your
River holds a feast of danger. The  suffering you have had to bear. I'd  die
For  that  moment  one  more  time.  The  loved one falls below your ideals.
Pleasure too safely enjoyed lacks zest. The brave lick their sickening lips.
Rigid, handsome  and a  poet. A  king in  his passionate  castle. Where now?
Feed me! Hold me!  Save me! Save yourself!  Where now? Which way?  Dear God,
Show me.  Take your  own. Struggle  free! Arise!  You're ruined! Stand down!
Your kin, piled thick around you. Save yourself!