Текст песни MY DYING BRIDE - The Stance Of Evander Sinoue

He was a poor man, though he was genius
Would they listen to this crazy man
Would they help him to his end
He was a tall man, pale skin and broken back
And no-one knew him, though he was genius
They feared him, locked him away
And in silence would he pray

He lived alone, though many voices spoke
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He found peace, in his own little world
So they beat him, to his end
He lays forgotten
Dead skin and broken neck

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