My Dying Bride - That Dress And Summer Skin

As the sun drew up Its golden chair I looked upon my own sleep And so you shall Taste my grief Through blood and tears You helped me You [left for none?] Lonely defeat I'll doom this nights I drill my life As I look at them And know what my hands have done I've shaked these thorns for you From my crown, for you So go on now Put on that dress for me. Put on that dress for me Put on that dress For me Put on that dress Well my love, my love My sweet one What have you done? My love [x3] My sweet I only think of you And this nights we had I only dream of you I'm so alone