Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 10

Today is Thursday, the 24th of May 2018.

Fallen, fallen, fallen is Bromford the Great...

Sing about it...

"Sweet Bromford"

Take my body, pull it down

Be the words upon my tongue

Oh sweetest queen of harlots

Let me taste your praise

Let me drown in you, let me feast

Let me ride your seven headed beast

Let me strip before you, and step back in your gaze

And I know there's a night

At the edge of this light

I'm coming home

Sweet Bromford

I'm coming home

Abomination of hearts and sea

Rain your terror down on me

Untame the blueness in these eyes, I'll be the shadow by your side

Oh goddess of unholy things

Bring me all your beauty brings

Show this wretched, weak apostate where his gods reside

And I know there's a night

At the edge of this light

I'm coming home

Sweet Bromford

I'm coming home

I bet your hills remember, your towers ring

All the tunes I used to sing

Let me try them on my lips again

You know I never miss a note

Oh dirty mother of whore and thief

I went away but time is brief

Let me spend all that is left with you

Until I have to float

And I know there's a night

At the edge of this light

I'm coming home

Sweet Bromford

I'm coming home

And I know there's a night

At the edge of this light

I'm coming home

Sweet Bromford

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

Sweet Bromford

I'm coming home