Before and beyond the blue gates of death

Oh only two birds they soar through the sky

Take two blackbirds crossformed in poppy fields

And sprung in the springtime in Europe's fertile years

When the rain was immaculate not scarred and twisted

And where in the heart that beats in man

And where in the soul that beats in this heart

Are the pastures of the little shining man



He has reached the blue gates of death

He is at the blue gates of death

Of death... the blue gates of death



She tells me she loves me but he always beckons

Through the forests of green

Though the night slides in



His glass in hand

Slumps over the table

And birch she sits there scowling

Another eagle darkens the stage

And over the fissures

The moss everywhere

And the ships blackblue

Statues point to the sky

Birth

Earth

And dawn



The blue gates of death

We have reached the blue gates of death

We are at the blue gates of death



And her eyes horizontal

Like her heart

Like her secret

There is no pain for me to feel

"Do not touch this pain of mine"

She says "it is all darkened fear"

And London Bridge has fallen down

My mother drinks Victoria gin

Eating gingerbread men

Two ciphers straddle the stage

Reclaim, declaim and decant

Their moves are pointless

Their promises echo through the cinema



They have reached the blue gates of death

They are at the blue gates of death

They shall go through the blue gates of death



And his name is carved in stone

But the time has soaked it away

Where the rain runs to the sea

It takes the moisture from this world

Where riverruns to the sea

It drags ships to the courses

Where the blue is to green

And the waves lap at the night



All have reached the blue gates of death

It has come to its end at the blue gates

At the blue gates of the threshold

Of threshold of blue gates



And love is the law is written in notebooks

The desert ships and the sand



The desert blossom grows

And blows in the wind he wails

And sand is all everything

He waits in the corner watching

He waits in the quarter

Behind the roses fields and pastures

Where madness is the norm

And laughing is the wine

Full garlands hang on the head of porcupine god

Training tresses and vines

Ripping and raving

World without end

And purple is the colour

Scarlet is the dress

Round about his blues