Madraykin
Katie Jane Garside
Let not your hold be so tight
She'll return in the morning if you give her the night
Let not your hold be so tight
She'll return in the morning if you give her the night
Madraykin
Is she suffering?
Is she suffering?
Madraykin
Is she suffering?
Is she suffering?
Revealing her birthmark, you cast out her eyes
Clipped are the wings of the angel's sighs
Revealing her birthmark, you put out her tongue
Clipped are the wings of the fairies who run
Madraykin
Is she suffering?
Is she suffering?
Madraykin
Is she suffering?
Is she suffering?
How deep does she weep in your well of upkeep?
The kiss of Madraykin will keep you from sleep
Keep you from sleep, keep you from sleep
Keep you from sleep, keep you from sleep