In Your Dark Pavilion
All great children
Build altars
I have no love
To give you
In the fire that rages between our sleep
I thought I saw you amid the ruins.
And I can witness you have nothing left.
I'll give you my heart through this biblical tome
I dream of being beside her
As I move through this water
Step over here you Devil
Her earth looks like
My dying skin
You Are Not The One Who Loves Me
You are not the one who loves me
I take you from your bathing
And I dry thee
I am this rope
Around your feet...
And it's summer
That bows its head,
Down the rivers of night
He fathers great hatred.
Oh, and the moon
Played in your eyes
Wishes drop through the air
And rip into the floor
Crowned with blazing leaves her hair
And flesh,
Limp and poor
Of Lilies Bent With Tears
Hold up the sun
Oh, lord hold up the sun
Shine it on me
Glory, shine it on me
Here comes the sun
Oh God here comes the sun
Climbing on me
Dear Lord climbing on me
Stabat mater dolorosa,
Justa crucem lacrimosa
Dum pendebit filius.
O quam tristis et afflicta,
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater unigenti.
The curves of the earth
I carve them for you
And in the night I drew
A knife of sickness & grief
Stabat mater dolorosa,
Justa crucem lacrimosa
Dum pendebit filius.
O quam tristis et afflicta,
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater unigenti.
There was a wound here
I see its scars
The shade upon your face
Of lilies bent with tears
The Distance, Busy With Shadows
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
Of Sorry Eyes In March
Destiny marks your life
With a knowing finger
The act of desire has walked on by.
An ancient sorrow
It is just your tears left to eat.
Flies lie dying on your sorry lips
And on young love's broken wings.
And the stone that lets you drown
You are not worth stopping for.
The Earth,
With all its blessing
And the endless fathoms of night.
Lay a raft of gold for you
My field here
Is where we end.
Vanité Triomphante
I often hunt you in my dreams,
But your wicked claw awaits me,
Aboard this snow-lit island,
Veins like tortured winter trees,
'Tis the service of my hand,
That silence climbs upon thee.
You are sweet and fine to listen to !
Long tresses about your neck,
Yet much is false.
This mighty evening,
I've seen no face.
This is crushing me.
My quill it aches.
And old ships die like swans,
Against our frozen icy shore,
Pass your dying body,
I leave you in your thoughts
Trees dance and fail
Tell them I came
My beauty pale
Was yours the same?
Viens, il est temps de partir
Je vais regretter ta haine
Ta vanité triomphante
Fera sa révérence
I laid them in books
Just your heart and mine
For lovers to read
The lonely to pine
Through my broken skin
And cherry tree blood
The real world falls in
A false life of love
That Dress And Summer Skin
I just caught a glimpse
Of your Summer skin
As you slipped away
As the sun drew up
Its golden chair
I looked upon my own sleep
And so you shall
Taste my grief
Through blood and tears you helped me
You leaped from you lonely defeat
And in this night I drew my knife
As I look at them
I know what my hands have done
I'd shake these thorns for you
From my crown for you
So go on now
Put on that dress for me,
Put on that dress for me,
Put on that dress for me.
Put on that dress
Where are you my love, my love
My sweet one..?
Where have you gone?
My love where are you, my love, my sweet?
I only think of you and it drives me down.
I only dream of you.
I am so alone
And Then You Go
Here is the darkest place I know
You found in your eyes a home
And then you go
Come up here to my face
Into wars we race
Eat up the haste
I am poor for the lord
My age is lead and sore
Sit beneath my jaw
There! My prints in the snow
The wind and me alone
And then you go
And within it your embrace
Long given away the chase
Away flees grace
And then you go
A Hand Of Awful Rewards
[Instrumental]
The Music Of Flesh
See the light and feel my warm desire
Run through your veins like the evening sun
My father was a handsome man
But I am his exception
And at each station of hatred
I still claim to be his son
See the light and feel my warm desire
Run through your veins like the evening sun
It will live but no eyes will see it
I was broken in the water
I may be this way forever
Eyes will see it
With the music of my flesh
And creeping hair around my neck
Eyes will see it
At the rim of cotton
On my bedroom dress
The gunfire of his hate
Launches my excess
But my wish won't kill him
Though even God forgot me
My words weak and ill
Misery wrote my plea
This will be his will
No eyes will see it
Seven Times She Wept
As I tore into my woman
Her body accepted its sin
I saw her dying there
Just below my wing...
In dies all over me,
Cascades of your black hair.
I knew the world's end;
I felt it, true and rare.
We dance and the music dies
We carry them all away
As we glide, through their lost eyes
You lift me above myself
Arise from your slumber
In my arms
Your beauty took the strength
From me
The Burning Coast Of Regnum Italicum
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
Its rivers deep from which I drew
Where is the burning city?
Great Naples, its kings alone
A hunger roared and reared
A fool suffers in Rome
Mon enfant, prends patience,
Bientôt la nuit tombera.
Dors, si tu peux,
Et rêve de pays merveilleux.
She Heard My Body Dying
I watched the youth drip from my face
As I cut her free upon the water.
My name reversed is loneliness,
Increasing the vote to slaughter
Well loved and she still left me.
Her laugh, brief and vile.
With naked foot I gave chase
Mile after sorry mile
Why is this for me?
And All Their Joy Was Drowned
I arrive splashed with blood
And try to fix my hair
My sword upon our path
It's better off there
My name is read aloud
And I menace through the door
A thunderstorm of eyes watch
As I'm fierce across the floor
Candles spit and ribbons red
Strings, bows and tune
Dancers glide and passions collide
I'm scouring the room
I know my enemies, everyone
And white throats in pearls
Carousel all about me
The lace. Those ribbons in curls
Cruelty is how they know me
Kindness is not my gift
A blade of glass my secrecy
Is poised at my wrist
They perish for my sadness
I saw gold in your eyes
Your gift here, tremendous
Like the God between your thighs
I leave splashed with blood
Your ribbon locks my hair
And all their joy was drowned
Not, of course, that I care