Black flowers, please



Oh when I saw you standing there

Wild flowers dying in your hair

Child of harvest time coughing up must

Black flowers' dull perfume trailing in dust

Hoisting dark pennants at the spike of the hill

Your smile started bleeding and then the mill

Shearing and sharing your love and your rage

Whilst hawk's head descending

Spewed out a new age



It isn't very good

In the dark dark wood

In the middle of the night

When there isn't any light



There are four corners to the world she said

And every one is manned with fire and ice

Through black glass darkly I can see her truth

Arrayed and raised and raising walls of war

She points to squares of wax and writes backwards

I veil my face from her and from her light

The pointless games she plays out for want of power

To slake her bloodlust and for sake of pain

Her ugly shapes breeding in her secret mound

The Call of Aethyrs and the Dog Star Crawl

There's one cracked bottle with no label on

She nods and gestures limply with her broken smile

Do you fear death she says to me

And shows me seven stars

The seven seals of her seven years of Rose Cross madness

Well christus tell us that little children suffer

It's only right that we should learn to suffer too!



The first seven are red as blood

The second seven not so red

The third seven like whitish smoke

And all the world seemed to be in darkness

And all the world seemed to be in brightness



There are four corners to the world I lie

In forms of fire have lurked across its floor

And little banners displaying their little creeds

Have made our season on earth as red as poppy fields



There are four corners to the world she sighs

There are four corners to the world she cries

There are four corners to the world she lies

There are four corners to the world she dies