Off in the distance the church bell rings and the raven spreads his wings Shadows of steel fall silent in the gloom one last full moon The future is lost
Have a little drink No, thank you, brother Want to get rich? Don't need it brother Wanna fool around? No, thank you sister Ain't you heard that That
he sits among the rest, buried in his seat. the clatter of the crowd is drowning out his speech. he turns to look at us, a mirror burned in deep. he wonders
Do that, do that, do, do that, that, that Do that, do that, do, do that, that, that You better, do that, do that, do, do that, that, that Do that, do
Oh yea, back again Hope you've enjoyed our little excursions, huh Tippin', toein' through the mind of a motherfucker That need's a little fuckin' stompin
I'm surrounded by darkness, I'm dying in my bed I don't know if I'm going to survive I open up my eyes but it's so hard to see My last rites I don't
Go into the world Showing how much He loves you Walk in the world In merciful ways, He loves you He loves you Emmanuel on earth Yours is the body, the
I am, I am You die, We die Softly spoken, heart caressed Gently touched, - "Stay with me!" Hear my voice - through the night As I read your every word
With benediction in her eyes, Our dearest gods are not surprised. You better hold your lover down, Tie him to the ground. Whisper "I love you," One
Only the old ones remember the night of the holy rain the Earth flowed with milk flowed with blood-red wine flowed with the nectar of bees Only the old
Agonising road to ruin Fright filled roots of soul Iconoclasmic nightmare watching Grief now uncontrolled Uncertain loss, my pain - frustration Now to
Dedicated to Julian May, author of "The Many Coloured Land(The Saga of the Exiles in the Pliocene epoch) The rupture of the brain from flesh, children
Cut, dissected from within Like clockwork run the cells An unearthly silent din A constant toll of bells Mocking laughter evermore No sight of a refrain
Contained in blood scrawl, compiled evil artifacts. Insane instigators of ritualistic pacts. Necronomicon, bestial methods, age old torrid acts. If darker
Roasted visions unherald the call Pay the piper or face the fall Unpleasant benevolence Undesired, it's your defense Rotting flavored retribution Burning
Release me Erupting Break out from the Bleakhouse Fractured mind Four in one, my storm Escape my fantasies Hollow hear of my disease Angered psychopath
A stark contrast to bleakly view Mono chromic ways Fecund creeping ulcerate Cancer feeds on me Begin my solstice, forth of twelve Terminal complaint
In my parent's eyes, I'm a child of sin. Black sheep of the family, blessed be insanity. Down with the lambs, up with the lark. Run to bed my children