Lonesome under stars tent

Walks through the silent hour

Boy wakes out of weird dreams

His face decaying it seems


Crazed woman weeps open hair

In the window staring barred

On the pond, on sweet drive

Lovers journeying wonderful


Dark is the sound of springs rain in the night

Drops of my blood falling unto golden plates

In myrial coffins, a laughter whorish and wise

Lust of heart, songs of madness and night


Killer smiling bleach in the wine

The sick caught by moral fear

Nuns pray naked and wound

Before gods pain on the cross