Godhead turns Deathead Three in One, One in Three The crutch of Christianity
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected; But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee, And darkly
Oh rose, thou art sick Seduce.. let loose The vision and the void Blood sickle.. honey suck In little children's heavy heads My dreams erupt while in
Circle within Circle And when that hour came From words they passed to deeds Spires, Spirals, and Stones rise 'And in the distance A cathedral in flames
There's honey in the hollows And the countours of the body A sluggish golden river A sickly golden trickle A golden, sticky trickle You can hear the bones
"Anything Will be alright If you come out In the night" With your life sewn open Breath in Put the bone back in Buried under the skin Murder in reverse
A sleeping explorer his wandering mind crossed over the border a mind like a cemetery where the corpses are turning where the bodies twist deep in the
(lyrics by Gavin Friday) Was all in vain? Or did you cry? No need to ask, my tears have run dry This is the end of my pity I await to die You now the
To me, fair friend, you never can be old. For as you were, when first your eye, I eyed, such seems you beuaty still. Three winters cold have full forrests
This is not Paradise Lost But Paradise Disowned Virgin Mary, weak and wild Rids herself of an unwanted child Price of love, Pain to pay For a quick visitation
See the Black Sun rise In the Solar Lodge See the Black Sun rise From the Solar Lodge Stop Like a clock Like a hole in the ground Like a lock Like a
Roman land Of Roman sands And Roman sons. As I watch the sun sink down On the bloodred edge Of the bloodred town There are shadows for sale On the edge
The Spoiler follows you In Spoiler's time from place to place Old man's eyes In a young boy's face Walking in Another's skin Secrets inside The Spoiler
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one
O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight! Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled, That censures falsely
Don't be alarmed It will not harm you It's only lightning Teenage lightning It's real Unbelievably real Teenage lightning Don't be frightened This is
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deal heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour; Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st Thy lovers withering