Blessed Misery

A shadow hung on the wall by the light of tallow
Dark figures come for me
The devil claims my soul

Join me in this death knell
Sing with me my friends
The ballad of Branwell

On the highest heath
Or the lowest ebb
In the house of God
Or the chambers of sin
I find my pleasures there, a beautiful high I'll never share

The lines I draw begin to blur, prose dribbles from my tongue
s won't sing this time
Weight of sin clouds the mind

Join me in this death knell
Sing with me my friends
The ballad of Branwell

On the highest heath
Or the lowest ebb
In the house of God
Or the chambers of sin
I find no pleasures there
A wretched end, my soul devils fare

My father's prayers in vain
Man of the cloth stricken down
Beneath these linen sheets, in blessed misery I'll surely drown



Credits
Writer(s): James Andrew
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