Last Decade, Darkness |
.I. softly they gather under the mountain a circle of fire for living & dying a prayer for the weak The Bleeding God Starlight Moon-Dance The Napalm Children rage into morning, biting and stabbing. butchering Purity, The Soul of the Lost Child is hunting for something left murdered and bleeding (unopened, unsolved) just lying there Rotting and staring at something that smells like a Dreamland Everybody screams at midnite Everybody dreams of monsters with foul probing tongues and Eyes, blank, like the souls of the Dead. .II. The fox, the fate The fire, warm We feed the fire with the flesh of the weak We feed the disease with prayers for the dying We offer ourselves for a fistful of nothing to breed and to die in a maelstrom of blackness .III. pretty girl, wiccan child wandering the Golden Fields dreaming of horses, muscled furious slide out of your skin and crawl to love me, melt us together in Prisons of Fire the seeds of the children are lonely and poisoned waiting for visions, abounding with Thunder the Ghost rides in Headless, exploding the sinners and melts into sunshine the Faces of Maggots We are of the Legion (the punished & hungry) We are of the Vacant (the listless & blackened) We dance in the Fires (of fury & chaos) We are of the Dirt (the buried & breathing) .IV. god sent his children out into green fields to laugh and to love in warm Seasons of Light satan sent tigers deep down into caves to dance and to lust in the Shadows of Night the Shadows of Night where the cruel creatures meet the Season of Light where enchantments congrue the Angels of Heaven fell down to earth dead drown'd in the blood of their hearts ripped in two .V. invoke now the silver genious of the midnite fox hot River of Blood, Spiders Dancing behind my Eyes The Fire Furnace accepts time The Thick Melting of Shapes The Subtle Fusion of Roaming Bastards lost in silence and demented by morality meek wanderers...we collide on a phantasmic dream scape and Awaken, smeared over with the shit of our Devils our Swirling Demons we are each(other) a feather on the wings of a Fallen Angel, whipped and caressed by the Tongue of God beaten by Angels, steel wing'd Fury absorbed and racing t'ward a shining alter, born to pray, born to cry born to rot in this, the Earth we've burned life for death pain for sunshine bones to ashes and sin for sorrow time is a merciless opponent a cold oppressor Bringing, Nothing. .VI. we are here, Dementia we are fallen, Downward we are here, Breached, entwined wrapped thru and around the bloody entrails of a dying Mother Worshipping Moonlight Fall down, cry, the rage, the Rape! Helpless, Fall down and pray as The Suns rain Blood into Heaven's hour Beaten this punishment never ending .VII. suffer the children, the Bleeding Moon laughing & dancing midnite sacrifice howls of pleasure meet and unfurl into the Black Swarm This Decsecrated Madness dogs, rocks, the black-eyed man stomps his boots of stone into the Tortured Dirt ...inside A Circle of Despair, A Circle of Fire Erupting Against Heaven. |
-Chris MacDonald chris.macdonald@canadarox.com Nova Scotia, Canada June 6, 1999 |