Dissection. Mistress Of The Bleeding Sorrow. Zeneszám

So dark, I'm facing my destiny
As far as pleasures led, disciple was me

For ages, I have been searching for my bride
Since she passed away grief became my guide

As darkness falls above, it will be there for centuries
My mistress of sorrow, she will hear my call

I sort of entered the other side
When those words were called up to the sky

As darkness falls above, it will be there for centuries
Mistress of sorrow, please hear my call

As darkness falls above, it will be there for centuries
No mistress of sorrow, ever heard my call