The Miscarriage کے بول

Oh the truth has arrived, it played out before my eyes Twas ever so divine Oh the son you could have been, salvation to a queen These hollow hopes of mine, wide-eyed lies My daughter, oh righteous English rose Your spirit brings comfort to my soul May you not be heiress to the throne and absolve me? Why have you taken him from me? Why has fate such ravenous teeth? Oh through these weary bones, no life echoes I guess there is nowhere left to turn My tale has been written, past bridges burned Why am I forsaken to thee Lord? Oh, have remorse! Why have you taken him from me? Why has fate such ravenous teeth? Oh through these weary bones, no life echoes Why have you taken him from me? Why has fate such ravenous teeth? Oh through these weary bones, no life echoes Oh you traitor! The angels have come to take you home You were my saviour, but now there's no future in our song! You were my saviour, my labour, oh! You were my saviour, my saviour! And now salvation's gone