My Faults Are Your Reward - My Dying Bride

The sweetheart of Death, it reaches for me

I ask the meaning for us

The midnight of you, swims into sunlight

I couldn’t be more obvious

A river beside, it went by them all

And ordered the words from the sea

I stumbled over hills to be with her

As the sun dropped her flesh

I gave up my tears, crawling from grief

To tell the story of her death

My faults are your reward

My fears look up, I watch the lord

Then God fell into my arms

Orating lonely psalms

With his flag proudly waved

Above the good and brave