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Black flowers, please |
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Oh when I saw you standing there |
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Wild flowers dying in your hair |
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Child of harvest time coughing up musk |
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Black flowers' dull perfume trailing in dusk |
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Hoisting dark pennants at the spike of the hill |
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Your smile started bleeding and then the nill |
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Shearing and sharing your love and your rage |
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Whilst hogs head descending |
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Spewed out a new age |
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It isn't very good |
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In the dark dark wood |
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In the middle of the night |
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When there isn't any light |
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There are four corners to the world she said |
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And every one is manned with fire and ice |
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Through black glass darkly I can see her truth |
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Arrayed and raised and raising walls of war |
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She points to squares of wax and writes backwards |
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I veil my face from her and from her light |
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The pointless games she plays out for want of power |
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To slake her bloodlust and for sake of pain |
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Her ugly shapes breeding in her secret mound |
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The Call of Aethyrs and the Dog Star Crawl |
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There's one cracked bottle with no label on |
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She nods and gestures limply with her broken smile |
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Do you fear death she says to me |
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And shows me seven stars |
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The seven seals of her seven years |
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of Rose Cross madness |
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Well christus tell us that little children suffer |
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It's only right that we should learn to suffer too! |
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The first seven are red as blood |
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The second seven not so red |
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The third seven like whitish smoke |
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And all the world seemed to be in darkness |
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And all the world seemed to be in brightness |
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There are four corners to the world I lie |
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In forms of fire have lurked across its floor |
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And little banners displaying their little creeds |
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Have made our season on earth as red as poppy fields |
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There are four corners to the world she sighs |
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There are four corners to the world she cries |
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There are four corners to the world she lies |
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There are four corners to the world she dies |
