Christian Death

Let your eyes walk on his tongue
His wife is dead, she doesn't see
Voices raised to emptiness
Arms reaching back to face the face

Children stand shut to the length of his waist
Dirt swept we shiver with our mouths to the ground, to the ground
Word dancers shout the dead language of thieves
"Dreams are omission, they fall deliberately"
They fall deliberately
They fall deliberately
They fall deliberately
They fall deliberately

Let the sky scream, "suffocation"
If you can't move, you can't breathe, breathe, breathe
Voices raised to emptiness
Arms reaching back to face the face, the face, the face
You're just a face
You're just a face

Not me, dead girl dressed in white
This is not healthy
I, sanitation sin
It could be you, you, you
It could be you
It could be you

Mouth to mouth, face to face to face to face to face
You can't get out if you're already there

It's always been you
It's always been you
It's always been you, you, you

We were swollen lanterns of prey
Lighting the way for hunger to feast
Our firm young skin free to befoul
Caressing intrusion of the beast
Bodies like toys bargain for favours

The gift of sacrifice

Wiping my body never again clean
Guilt bleeds from taste of my sin
In my shame are memories of passion
The one thing of pleasure within
Bodies like toys bargain for favours

The gift of sacrifice

No flowers to spare, she gave herself them
And when she returned she was, she was
Still still

Bodies like toys bargain for favours

The gift of sacrifice

Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the black coach
Of sorrow has taken you

Sunday is gloomy,
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I
Have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles
And prayers that are said I know
But let them not weep
Let them know that I'm glad to go
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Wouldn't they be angry
If I thought of joining you?

Gloomy Sunday

Death is no dream
For in death I'm caressin' you
With the last breath of my soul
I'll be blessin' you

Gloomy Sunday

Across the abyss
This weary traveler struggles on
Casting his eyes upon the ground, he cries out
"Is there no end to this immortal pain that haunts me?"
Thou hast become the path and the way
That leadeth to destruction
Be thou accursed
Be thou abolished
Be thou annihilated
Testify that all is vanity
In heaven as on earth
Dressed in universal torment
Crying openly
As I engage myself in prayer.
"Bring me through midnight to the sun!"
As I enflame myself with prayer
"Bring me through midnight to the sun!"
Everythings in motion, everything lies still
Through the veil of sorrow
And the pall of death
Everything's in motion, everything lies still
Through the veil of sorrow
And the pall of death
Like that of a drowning man
His life flashes before him
Turning his eyes away in shame, he cries out
"Is there no pity for a blind man such as me?"
Thou has become the path and the way
That leadeth to destruction
Be thou accursed
Be thou abolished
Be thou annihilated
Eyes, feet, hips start moving
Where the laurels grow
Another sacrifice
Stains the tomb of human despair
As I enflame myself with prayer
"Bring me through midnight to the sun!"
Everything's in motion, everything lies still
On the path of sorrows
On the road to death

R. Williams
Soft blood dances clothed in sunlight
Guide to the labyrinth, night of sin
Voice of the serpent draped with diamonds
Hour of the wolf is drawing near
Soft blood flows in emerald starlight
Host of the labyrinth, fool or seer?
Prophet of wisdom, bathed in glory
Hour of the wolf is drawing near
Killing time approaches as the clock strikes,
As it falls
Recognition blurs definement
Wolf pack on the prowl
Soft blood boiling in the moonlight
Guest to the labyrinth, has lost his way
Caught in a prison of holy madmen
Hour of the wolf is drawing near
Soft blood rises, spilling over
King of the labyrinth, king of fear
Vision of life's end, dream or nightmare
Hour of the wolf is here
Killing time has been met
As the clock strikes, your life falls
Recognition blurs definement
Wolf pack on the prowl
Everything is silent, everything cries out
Through the veil of sorrow
And the pall of death
Everything is silent, everything cries out
Through the veil of sorrow
And the pall of death
(repeat)

R. Williams
I have etched the scrolls into my skin
The hangman's noose, 13 lies which cross the barrier/burial
There is a sin not yet commited
O, he of sleepless flight - be merciful.
I have found myself lost amongst the shards
of a world reduced to shadow
Sentenced to a lifetime in this prison
Well, I should have taken this omen and ran
Abandoned myself to secret corners
Instead I turned to face the day
Treading through the storm of the horror
And decay
How could I be so blinded
Cut down and so misguided?
Caught in deception, in deception
O, he of splintered sight - be merciful
For I know not what I do
I walk the road that leads to an early grave
As tears stream down my rigid face
Well, I should keep one eye turned towards heaven
As I drag my body through the flames
Instead I turned to face the day
Fighting with the demons I have made
Spilled all my hope along the way
It falls out, it falls dead
Shattered fragments, endless waves
O, he of sleepless nights - be merciful
I have found myself lost amongst the shards
If only I had severed ties,
Ties that bind all my dreams to lies
I could have walked away from it all
I could have walked away from it all
And found that peace waits in absentia

Good-bye dreamer, insane stranger on the shore
There is no one left here, not a soul
Aid the confusion, expecting nothing
Not a soul
O, Mother, could I come back to you?
A terrible vision of order out of control
In accordance with human history
Here in the company of death
We approach - new graves, divided for love's sake
Refined in rapture - ready to fly or to die
Mother could I come back to you?
I'm lifted up into the presence of divine forces
Mother
Open-mouthed in magnificence and beauty
Mother
Or shall we sufer the same fate as all the others
Stuck on a plane which does not suit them
Lost in thought, forgetful of primitive desire
Good-bye dreamer, not a soul
Mother, could I come back to you?
Mother, could I come back through you?
Mother, could I come back to you?
The animals - I know how you make out
Welling with authority, vilely enthusiastic, enduring bitterness
"My husband's been dead for five years, though largely unobserved"
The demons, the clowns are gone
..And so is my Mother
Mother, could I come back to you?
Mother, could I come back through you?
Mother, could I come back to you?
O, Mother, could I crawl into you?
Back into you
O, Mother
O, Mother could I come back to you?
Mother?

Rebel my love, some day we shall overcome
But the sickness bites hard, and yes the razor's old
Of their portions, rashes, surrender, kill every first-born son
We were kneeling, dressed for burial, reaching for the name
Heard voices laughing the spirit in the plight of the living dead
Of course at the bottom of my glass made it clear what they had said
Is death a song in the tinder box
The stone has turned away
I can't remember god when i...
And i'm drunk all day

X x x x x x

Before i leave you bring the demons out
Your beauty seemed not to mind the fever
Hung on the midwife's jaw
We were kneeling, dressed for burial, reaching for the name
Heard voices laughing the spirit, and the plight of the living dead
I can't remember god when i...
And i'm drunk all day

Some said i was wrong to dream that way
I was wrong to dream that way
And some made light of death and sorrow
Light of death and sorrow
But death is glory now
Death is glory now

The true revolution is in mind
Remember that and all else shines
Tertoma, dying with the host
Our food for thought will feed the starving children,
Burn their mouths with lies inbred
(Doth thou name appear in the Book of Life?)
And false feelings of security
(Doth thous name appear in the Book of Lies?)
The winged virgin and the bitch that sings
Have locked away the secrets
Jesus made their wings
But over there a person's tumbling down
(Doth thou name appear in the Book of Life?)
Around You
(Doth thou name appear in the Book of Lies?)
Tumbling Down
Well, I've heard it said that love has lifted these
Yet there's a hunger no one's chanced to see
Out pain's too weak, it lies in charity
And that's hungry
Please say please
(Doth thou name appear in the Book of Life?)
We're trying hard to make you, make you the disease
(Doth thou name appear in the Book of Lies?)
We're trying hard to make you, make you see
Teratoma, dying with the host
Our food for thought has starved the
Child of dreaming
Now eyes are closed and caged as we
Come tumbling down
We come tumbling down
Doth thou name appear in the Book of Lies?