The Distance Busy with Shadows by My Dying Bride Lyrics

In heaps they were
The dead stacked high
I crept and sang among them
Black was I, yet bent to it;
God and I had shunned them

It fell at my feet
No!
It didn't just come to me to heal its wounds
I will kiss it

It is within me now
I feel the birth of doom
And the fruit of my body
Stares right out of this room