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Text: My Dying Bride. Black God.

Thy every look and every grace
so charm whenever I view thee,
'til death overtake me in the chase
still will my hopes pursue thee

Then when my tedious hours have past,
be this my last lesson given
low at thine feet to breathe my last
and die in sight of heaven.