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Dark Song
i am the wind that breathes on the sea
i am the wave, wave on the ocean
i am the ray, the eye of the sun
i am a tomb, cold in the darkness
i am the star, the tear of the sun
i am a wonder, a wonder in flower
i am the spear as it cries out for blood
the word of great power
i am the depts of a great pool
i am the song of the blackbird
who but i can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains?
who but i will cry aloud the changes in the moon?
who but i can find the place where hides away the sun?
ailiiath nerenn
from the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue
from the waterfall down to the sea
never changing or ending on the voice of the wind
sing the dark song of erenn to me...
Among The Lazarai
I got Jesus in my head like a stinger
He moves from tree to tree
In the back of my mind
A ragged shadowy figure
I got Him
I got Original Sin
I got Original Sin
I got Original Sin
I got Original Sin
I got a demon in my head likes stinger
He moves from tree to tree
In the back of my mind
I got a bad seed I gotta feed
I got Him
If you play with fire
You' re gonna get burned
Some of my friends
Are gonna die young
>> Awaiting The Dawn
And so it seems
I am unbound in my misery
Drunk in my sobriety
...and twisted animosiety
The private moments of man
Are rarely ever seen
Yet, autumn gathers me up
And sheds me in her leaves
Falling takes forever
From the grace of man
I fell so far
No one ever saw
How far
She is dressed in golden brown for me
Sheds her leaves like a second skin
There is fire, in your eyes tonight
No brighter sun, no darker moon
Sister Morrigu
This way comes,
And so it seems it is
Another passionate night
Another hopeless fight
And another battle that I've lost
>> Fuil Arsa
Mairfidh ar bhfuil go deo
I gciorcal timpeall na cruinne
A dheite arsa... Ta ar Aine fºs ar lasadh
Tog muidne do mhuintir... Go siorai
An rud a eirionn ºn gcre
Fillfidh se aris
Ta na coillte suilta agam
Mhothainn na spirid... Mhothainn an phian
Ag tnuth
Le rich athoireacha seanda arsa, ar
Ard rithe
Le sui... I gcuimhne na glºire
Muintir na ndeithe
Muintir na nirt
Muintir na tola
Ag fi draoichta
Mealltach na cruinne
Oscallaionn se go fairsing dom
M'fhuil ge siorai
>> Children Of The Harvest
Seems we are to live our final days
Far from the dwellings of men
As flowing tides and shifting sands
Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man
In sorrow we fly from our loved ones
To die in the waters of the wild
My brethren can seek no shelter beneath these wings
Until dead men rise from their graves
How sad it is for me to see
My fathers fallen halls
Here once prideful men clashed as Gods
With veins aflame and hearts of thunder
Yet my fathers are long since dead and gone
And I with heart so heavy
And limbs so weary
It seems our sun is all but dimmed
And we your children have
Wandered for years
And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds
But the harshest blow of all to come...
To return at last to an empty home
"Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore tale
of the Children of Lir, turned to swans and condemned
to roam for 300 years before returning home...to an empty
home. An interesting spine for an allegorical tale. One of
displacement, disenchantment and alienation...from this world
and its ways. Longing for another Age...
another time, another place..."
>> Hosting Of The Sidhe
The host is riding from Knockarea
And over the graves of Clooth-na-bare;
Caolte tossing his burning hair
And Niamh calling away, come away:
Empty your heart if it's mortal dream,
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam,
Our arms are waving, our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the hope of his heart
We come between him and the hope of his heart
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caolte tossing his burning hair
And Niamh calling away, come away.
>> Sons Of The Morrigan
Shone the sunset red and solemn
Where we stood and observed
Down the corners of the column
Letter strokes of Ogham carved
'tis belike a burial pillar
Said he and those shallow lines
Hold some warriors name of valour
And will rightly show the signs
No one saw, how far I fell
And no one ever knew
That there was a heart of flesh
Deep within me
As it was, bled of the twisted horn
And the howling of the dogs
Raise on old Heroes lament
While the weeping of women
Still vexes my heart
If this is my Journey End
Then cast me to the pyre
And if all that remains
Is a blackened heart
And the stench of death
Then know my spell is cast
And sing my song
With pride once more
[Verse one and two are inspired by the old Irish poem (The Recovery of the Tain), Ogham is the old Irish way of writing and tells the tale of a Warrior near the end of life, Raising the Spirit of Battle once more, reaching back through his life... through the blood and pain the releasing himself to the Gods... the message is simple... that your deeds in life be recounted and relived in both name and song...]
>> Autumns Ablaze
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon
Perditious souls danse their danse
Winter withered silence were once my tomb
In eternal frost, a dark romance
Listen, such angels of the end do weep
As knowledge comes for those who watch ever
Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep
Dismal dreams of paradise come never
The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress
I, wandered in the midst of shades
O' heaven sent mysteries of hell's caress
Blind my eyes before my vision fades
I have envisaged the harvest moon
The summer of eternal reap
...has come...
Solomon's wisdom
Anastasis Christou
The harvest shall come
Ride the red dawn
Thralldom...
In repentent paths
Iconoclasm...
Opens new gates for you
"I will strike at the shepherd,
And the sheep will be scattered"
Turn my blood to wine
And I will drink to you
Open my veins for your soul
Light blind my eyes
I built my
Gallows with
Such a visionary
Conquest...
Conquerer of
Such perversion
As to remain
Unameable...
>> Awaiting The Dawn...
Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep
Wounds of lust won't ever heal
Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste
Rape my senses... upon your cross I'll weep
But shall this longing I ever satiate
I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstacy
Bring me to ritual, bring me to life
Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I
Eternity, for your touch I'll pay
It is nights as black as this that have made me
Am I to pay the wage of sin...?
Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me
I turn my face to a new age...
Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring?
>> Glorious Dawn
For those who may Rise
As a Phoenix from the Ashes
For those who may Devour
The Fruits of Knowledge
For those who coil
Serpent like, with cyclical Grace
...For those as Wolves among Sheep
who Sharpen their Teeth
for the last Supper
For those who are the Rock
Upon which our Fortress built
For those who are the Anvil
Upon which our will is Forged
For those whose Deeds
shall become Song
and for those whose Eyes
Shall light up the heavens
With a single Fiery Glance
This ....is your season
"Of cyclical rebirth and regeneration...the serpent
who eats his own tail. Of the Word, the Mind, and
the Will that makes Flesh. This is our Season..."
>> Here I Am King
What am I but a thorn in your side?
Frost in summer, to chill your heart
A drifting memory of autumn decay
A shadowed soul in a fetter of light
An abyssic voice in purile mind... a fallen one
Wandering by the shores, of eternal sin...
The sun no longer shines here
Endless waves roll upon the endless shores
A sullen ship drifts upon the blackest tide
Beneath darkened boughs, no song is heard...
An endless forest where the devil's shadows play
...here I am King
I know no other world
I know no other...
For here I am King
And a King I shall stay...
Take my hand...
Imrama...
To an eternal infinity
Where the stars burn in my name
>> The Burning Season
Bring the women
and children before me
Let us make rivers of their blood
Bleed for me...I wish it so
and streams shall meet such rivers
and seaward they shall flow
See the shoreline scattered
with their precious skulls
See the tide come in
as blood to meet their bone
A grotesque promise
Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth
We'll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs
and condemn them to their desperate gods
We'll take a needle, to the arm of the world
For it is our season
We'll burn the temples, of the righteous
Rend them as ashes, to the four winds
As ashes... to the four winds
The winds of a new season
"All is all for the taking, to Rise Phoenix like from the Ashes...
A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..."
>> To Enter Pagan
Moonlight bathes my heart
The birds sing my serenade
The trees are whispering my
Name... my name
Dark romanticism, of a
Kind seen no more...
Lament my name when I am
Gone... remember me
These years of indifference
Have poured solitude on my soul
Ice cold my skin...
Can fires of the past
Make me once a warrior
To fight the light...
I am of the earth
My soul is as old as stone
Runetongue... speak my name
Long when winter has passed
To be at one with the earth
To be at one with what was...
...my earth...
We are as of one womb
Those whose minds may reach the clouds
>> Bitter Harvest
A moment of clarity
It spoke to me in tongues
It spoke to me of ruin
Of destitution, and of pain
Where night, it never ever
Seems to come
To ease the misery of the day
Degenerate whores
Expose their stinking wares
to a foul race of man...
whores for all..., in time
Death soon shall bind
These soul less froms of men
To the dead of their kind
To live all their lives again
They would die in the very
Same way...
Clinging to a profane hope that
A place beyond the grave
May repay their suffering
And their pain
In a way that no whore could ever ease
The misery of the day...
>> Cast To The Pyre
(Nothing seems to make sense, I'm tired of it all, I've stopped searching
for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you
more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too
apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since
the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it's days with so much
fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To
who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you...
who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...)
It's time to cast out of net
To call in all the old debts
To stumble over all the harsh words
And heal all the wounds
To steal every glance
Every darkened romance
And cast it to the pyre
To rewrite the words, feign the phrases
To finally finish those unwritten pages
If I even closed the chapter on you
I'm sorry, I never knew what else to do
It's last call and the hour is late
Time for the last nail in the coffin
Then cast me to the fire...
[People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow burning pain may consume you...]
>> Fallen To Ruin
Brother, what tidings doth thou bring?
Can't you hear Dread Words from Traitors Tongues
Sister, Few Honours are left standing Proud
In this world
They have made the soil ever barren
Our Legends but Shadows, Idle and Fallen to Ruin
My Heart, Knows Falsehood Prevails
In this, the Long Winter of the Spirit
We have Born Witness to False Judgement
Yet against all this
I carry the Fight, Beyond the Ages
The Wolves shall echo my rallying Cry
An Oath, Sworn of Ancient Blood
Haunting the Usurpers through plague (and Pestilence)
Through Tempest, across the Raging Seas
(my rage) as a Bolt of Lightning
Within a clenched Fist... seeking Retribution
Know
That when there is Nothing left in this world
I will come for you
No Ideal not Scarred and Worn
No hope not Shattered and Torn
I will come for you
[The old heart of the earth calls it's Children, Children of Destitution and Pain, Bloodied yet unbowed. We are Order in the eye of chaos, the Gods to the Godless...]
>> Gods To The Godless
I have one Desire
let it be
a Pestilence upon your lands
a Plague upon all your houses
it is my wish
to Enslave all your people
The soil enriched with their Blood
To Burn your places of Worship
Our Gods shall become your Gods
All that lives on the vine is rotten
may your wines be foul
and your bread as the flesh of the dead
an ill wind to bring nought but decay
and the stench of your Slaughtered kin
The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes
and slavery in their limbs
as tools to build a new Empire
We are your cross to bear
Perhaps you shall be a martyred people
But as sure as the Night follows the Day
...a Dead People
"The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane.
To enforce and embrace Tragedy...to imbed it deep
within the subconscious of generations..."
>> Graven Idol
Her scent comes to me
As the night breathes
Her countenance grave
A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb
open to the sky
So she sees and ever watches
The stars revolve and dance for her
A velvet dream of crimson revolt
The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me
I ascend... erotic misery
We are blood to the bloodless
We are honour to the honourless
and We are gods to the godless
The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for
If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus
I am all that has been and cannot refuse
As her smile has ushered in the night
So many countless times before
I hear a foot on the stair...
I turn and she is there.
With all the gifts of the grave to offer me
How can I refuse
A graven idol such as thee
i am the wind that breathes on the sea
i am the wave, wave on the ocean
i am the ray, the eye of the sun
i am a tomb, cold in the darkness
i am the star, the tear of the sun
i am a wonder, a wonder in flower
i am the spear as it cries out for blood
the word of great power
i am the depts of a great pool
i am the song of the blackbird
who but i can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains?
who but i will cry aloud the changes in the moon?
who but i can find the place where hides away the sun?
ailiiath nerenn
from the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue
from the waterfall down to the sea
never changing or ending on the voice of the wind
sing the dark song of erenn to me...
Among The Lazarai
I got Jesus in my head like a stinger
He moves from tree to tree
In the back of my mind
A ragged shadowy figure
I got Him
I got Original Sin
I got Original Sin
I got Original Sin
I got Original Sin
I got a demon in my head likes stinger
He moves from tree to tree
In the back of my mind
I got a bad seed I gotta feed
I got Him
If you play with fire
You' re gonna get burned
Some of my friends
Are gonna die young
>> Awaiting The Dawn
And so it seems
I am unbound in my misery
Drunk in my sobriety
...and twisted animosiety
The private moments of man
Are rarely ever seen
Yet, autumn gathers me up
And sheds me in her leaves
Falling takes forever
From the grace of man
I fell so far
No one ever saw
How far
She is dressed in golden brown for me
Sheds her leaves like a second skin
There is fire, in your eyes tonight
No brighter sun, no darker moon
Sister Morrigu
This way comes,
And so it seems it is
Another passionate night
Another hopeless fight
And another battle that I've lost
>> Fuil Arsa
Mairfidh ar bhfuil go deo
I gciorcal timpeall na cruinne
A dheite arsa... Ta ar Aine fºs ar lasadh
Tog muidne do mhuintir... Go siorai
An rud a eirionn ºn gcre
Fillfidh se aris
Ta na coillte suilta agam
Mhothainn na spirid... Mhothainn an phian
Ag tnuth
Le rich athoireacha seanda arsa, ar
Ard rithe
Le sui... I gcuimhne na glºire
Muintir na ndeithe
Muintir na nirt
Muintir na tola
Ag fi draoichta
Mealltach na cruinne
Oscallaionn se go fairsing dom
M'fhuil ge siorai
>> Children Of The Harvest
Seems we are to live our final days
Far from the dwellings of men
As flowing tides and shifting sands
Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man
In sorrow we fly from our loved ones
To die in the waters of the wild
My brethren can seek no shelter beneath these wings
Until dead men rise from their graves
How sad it is for me to see
My fathers fallen halls
Here once prideful men clashed as Gods
With veins aflame and hearts of thunder
Yet my fathers are long since dead and gone
And I with heart so heavy
And limbs so weary
It seems our sun is all but dimmed
And we your children have
Wandered for years
And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds
But the harshest blow of all to come...
To return at last to an empty home
"Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore tale
of the Children of Lir, turned to swans and condemned
to roam for 300 years before returning home...to an empty
home. An interesting spine for an allegorical tale. One of
displacement, disenchantment and alienation...from this world
and its ways. Longing for another Age...
another time, another place..."
>> Hosting Of The Sidhe
The host is riding from Knockarea
And over the graves of Clooth-na-bare;
Caolte tossing his burning hair
And Niamh calling away, come away:
Empty your heart if it's mortal dream,
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam,
Our arms are waving, our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the hope of his heart
We come between him and the hope of his heart
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caolte tossing his burning hair
And Niamh calling away, come away.
>> Sons Of The Morrigan
Shone the sunset red and solemn
Where we stood and observed
Down the corners of the column
Letter strokes of Ogham carved
'tis belike a burial pillar
Said he and those shallow lines
Hold some warriors name of valour
And will rightly show the signs
No one saw, how far I fell
And no one ever knew
That there was a heart of flesh
Deep within me
As it was, bled of the twisted horn
And the howling of the dogs
Raise on old Heroes lament
While the weeping of women
Still vexes my heart
If this is my Journey End
Then cast me to the pyre
And if all that remains
Is a blackened heart
And the stench of death
Then know my spell is cast
And sing my song
With pride once more
[Verse one and two are inspired by the old Irish poem (The Recovery of the Tain), Ogham is the old Irish way of writing and tells the tale of a Warrior near the end of life, Raising the Spirit of Battle once more, reaching back through his life... through the blood and pain the releasing himself to the Gods... the message is simple... that your deeds in life be recounted and relived in both name and song...]
>> Autumns Ablaze
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon
Perditious souls danse their danse
Winter withered silence were once my tomb
In eternal frost, a dark romance
Listen, such angels of the end do weep
As knowledge comes for those who watch ever
Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep
Dismal dreams of paradise come never
The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress
I, wandered in the midst of shades
O' heaven sent mysteries of hell's caress
Blind my eyes before my vision fades
I have envisaged the harvest moon
The summer of eternal reap
...has come...
Solomon's wisdom
Anastasis Christou
The harvest shall come
Ride the red dawn
Thralldom...
In repentent paths
Iconoclasm...
Opens new gates for you
"I will strike at the shepherd,
And the sheep will be scattered"
Turn my blood to wine
And I will drink to you
Open my veins for your soul
Light blind my eyes
I built my
Gallows with
Such a visionary
Conquest...
Conquerer of
Such perversion
As to remain
Unameable...
>> Awaiting The Dawn...
Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep
Wounds of lust won't ever heal
Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste
Rape my senses... upon your cross I'll weep
But shall this longing I ever satiate
I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstacy
Bring me to ritual, bring me to life
Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I
Eternity, for your touch I'll pay
It is nights as black as this that have made me
Am I to pay the wage of sin...?
Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me
I turn my face to a new age...
Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring?
>> Glorious Dawn
For those who may Rise
As a Phoenix from the Ashes
For those who may Devour
The Fruits of Knowledge
For those who coil
Serpent like, with cyclical Grace
...For those as Wolves among Sheep
who Sharpen their Teeth
for the last Supper
For those who are the Rock
Upon which our Fortress built
For those who are the Anvil
Upon which our will is Forged
For those whose Deeds
shall become Song
and for those whose Eyes
Shall light up the heavens
With a single Fiery Glance
This ....is your season
"Of cyclical rebirth and regeneration...the serpent
who eats his own tail. Of the Word, the Mind, and
the Will that makes Flesh. This is our Season..."
>> Here I Am King
What am I but a thorn in your side?
Frost in summer, to chill your heart
A drifting memory of autumn decay
A shadowed soul in a fetter of light
An abyssic voice in purile mind... a fallen one
Wandering by the shores, of eternal sin...
The sun no longer shines here
Endless waves roll upon the endless shores
A sullen ship drifts upon the blackest tide
Beneath darkened boughs, no song is heard...
An endless forest where the devil's shadows play
...here I am King
I know no other world
I know no other...
For here I am King
And a King I shall stay...
Take my hand...
Imrama...
To an eternal infinity
Where the stars burn in my name
>> The Burning Season
Bring the women
and children before me
Let us make rivers of their blood
Bleed for me...I wish it so
and streams shall meet such rivers
and seaward they shall flow
See the shoreline scattered
with their precious skulls
See the tide come in
as blood to meet their bone
A grotesque promise
Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth
We'll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs
and condemn them to their desperate gods
We'll take a needle, to the arm of the world
For it is our season
We'll burn the temples, of the righteous
Rend them as ashes, to the four winds
As ashes... to the four winds
The winds of a new season
"All is all for the taking, to Rise Phoenix like from the Ashes...
A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..."
>> To Enter Pagan
Moonlight bathes my heart
The birds sing my serenade
The trees are whispering my
Name... my name
Dark romanticism, of a
Kind seen no more...
Lament my name when I am
Gone... remember me
These years of indifference
Have poured solitude on my soul
Ice cold my skin...
Can fires of the past
Make me once a warrior
To fight the light...
I am of the earth
My soul is as old as stone
Runetongue... speak my name
Long when winter has passed
To be at one with the earth
To be at one with what was...
...my earth...
We are as of one womb
Those whose minds may reach the clouds
>> Bitter Harvest
A moment of clarity
It spoke to me in tongues
It spoke to me of ruin
Of destitution, and of pain
Where night, it never ever
Seems to come
To ease the misery of the day
Degenerate whores
Expose their stinking wares
to a foul race of man...
whores for all..., in time
Death soon shall bind
These soul less froms of men
To the dead of their kind
To live all their lives again
They would die in the very
Same way...
Clinging to a profane hope that
A place beyond the grave
May repay their suffering
And their pain
In a way that no whore could ever ease
The misery of the day...
>> Cast To The Pyre
(Nothing seems to make sense, I'm tired of it all, I've stopped searching
for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you
more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too
apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since
the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it's days with so much
fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To
who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you...
who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...)
It's time to cast out of net
To call in all the old debts
To stumble over all the harsh words
And heal all the wounds
To steal every glance
Every darkened romance
And cast it to the pyre
To rewrite the words, feign the phrases
To finally finish those unwritten pages
If I even closed the chapter on you
I'm sorry, I never knew what else to do
It's last call and the hour is late
Time for the last nail in the coffin
Then cast me to the fire...
[People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow burning pain may consume you...]
>> Fallen To Ruin
Brother, what tidings doth thou bring?
Can't you hear Dread Words from Traitors Tongues
Sister, Few Honours are left standing Proud
In this world
They have made the soil ever barren
Our Legends but Shadows, Idle and Fallen to Ruin
My Heart, Knows Falsehood Prevails
In this, the Long Winter of the Spirit
We have Born Witness to False Judgement
Yet against all this
I carry the Fight, Beyond the Ages
The Wolves shall echo my rallying Cry
An Oath, Sworn of Ancient Blood
Haunting the Usurpers through plague (and Pestilence)
Through Tempest, across the Raging Seas
(my rage) as a Bolt of Lightning
Within a clenched Fist... seeking Retribution
Know
That when there is Nothing left in this world
I will come for you
No Ideal not Scarred and Worn
No hope not Shattered and Torn
I will come for you
[The old heart of the earth calls it's Children, Children of Destitution and Pain, Bloodied yet unbowed. We are Order in the eye of chaos, the Gods to the Godless...]
>> Gods To The Godless
I have one Desire
let it be
a Pestilence upon your lands
a Plague upon all your houses
it is my wish
to Enslave all your people
The soil enriched with their Blood
To Burn your places of Worship
Our Gods shall become your Gods
All that lives on the vine is rotten
may your wines be foul
and your bread as the flesh of the dead
an ill wind to bring nought but decay
and the stench of your Slaughtered kin
The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes
and slavery in their limbs
as tools to build a new Empire
We are your cross to bear
Perhaps you shall be a martyred people
But as sure as the Night follows the Day
...a Dead People
"The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane.
To enforce and embrace Tragedy...to imbed it deep
within the subconscious of generations..."
>> Graven Idol
Her scent comes to me
As the night breathes
Her countenance grave
A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb
open to the sky
So she sees and ever watches
The stars revolve and dance for her
A velvet dream of crimson revolt
The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me
I ascend... erotic misery
We are blood to the bloodless
We are honour to the honourless
and We are gods to the godless
The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for
If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus
I am all that has been and cannot refuse
As her smile has ushered in the night
So many countless times before
I hear a foot on the stair...
I turn and she is there.
With all the gifts of the grave to offer me
How can I refuse
A graven idol such as thee