My Dying Bride - And All Their Joy Was Drowned

I arrived splashed with blood and tried to fix my hair. My soul left on your path, It's better off there. My name is read out loud And I menaced through the door. A thunderstorm of eyes watch, As I'm fierce across the floor. Candles spit and ribbons rear, Strings, [ball and chain?]. Dancers glide and passions collide. I'm scouring the room... I know my enemies, everyone And white fruits and pearls Carousel, all about me. The lace, those ribbons and curls Kindness is not my gift, A blade of glass my secrecy, Is poised, At my wrist. They perish from my sadness, I saw gold in your eyes, Your gift here tremendous Like the God between your thighs. And all their joy was drowned. Not of course, That I care