Bestow My Desire — текст песни (Novembers Doom)

My hands are bound, by the sound of a bell. A chime I cherish and
respect. A divine song, played upon my chest and echoing through
my soul. Not a voice, nor any angel can bring me to my knees
faster, then the softness of it`s touch. Drowning my strength, as
it turns into my tears. Weakness prevails as I`m swallowed deep
into trance. Whispering tones, emerge from my bliss. They surround
my heart in gold. To only touch the physical side would lock me in
for eternity.