My Dying Bride - The Burning Coast of Regnum Italicum lyrics

My black, feathered breast Unto comes o'er mast & sail Look upon a broken site Torn apart through wind & hail Lead me to the chaos of water As I reveal myself to you A fall from God is a blessing unknown It's rivers deep from which I drew Where is the burning city? Great Naples, it's kings alone A hunger roared and reared A fool suffers in Rome Mon enfant, prends patience, Bientot la nuit tombera. Dors, si tu peux, Et reve de pays merveilleux.