"Oh rose, thou art sick The invisible worm that flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed of crimson joy And his dark secret love
[Vil] How high the Sun For the Lovers, for the Moon For the Hanged Man For the Fool Tread gently with your dancing feet Over past men in righteous sleep
[Vil] On the first of May Toads grow fat on stolen Hosts In little boxes crucified Bled and divined When all the girls Suckle beasts within their arms
[Vil] Oh do not wish for a thing 'lest the gods punish you with it all The things you're looking for you'll never find In this life For all the auguries
[Vil] Kings adored, abhorred Apple, crown and sword Lions green and red By fire killed and wed One more day you'll see Master good Jolin Dee Wisdom'
Ashen the world creates itself / Up the branches down the roots / Pecked at by birds / By worms gnawed / At the crossroads / By the graves among the
Oh well hey / What did you learn today / Of all the world and its pain / Of Archons insane? Oh there's a hole up in the sky from where the angels fall
All of the battles lost and won / All of the things we've said and done / Become the dark that wells beneath the floor / Lost in a world that I don't
Under the sea / Dead cities in the dark / Dreaming themselves to be / Alive once more / And in darkened rooms / As vaulted tombs / We hear them call /
the night around you and me And down fell the stars that no one made a wish upon Down like the star of the morning proud Babylon Some play with poison
Pray tell me / Wise Trevrizent / Are not the good ones all dead / In shallow graves / In distant lands / Banished from castles of the Grail Into the
Apples and silver bear the trees of paradise / Visions of heaven to unfold before our eyes / Where cherry orchards bloom eternal summer's night / Upon
Under the sea Dead cities in the dark Dreaming themselves to be Alive once more And in darkened rooms As vaulted tombs We hear them call As sea
I want to be high As the suns that shine All the time
Kissed by a snake / You will give birth to a worm / That eats into the small black hearts / Pumping poison as it turns / Eyed by a basilisk / You will
For want of an angel / For all the lead that you thought you turned gold / There is something that you still want to know / Il Penseroso led you astray
Down on the street The night is a whore for dreams of fools Where things of old Still turn to gold In hands of ghouls Oh I would castrate you
[Litmanen / Vil] Deep flows the stream Beneath the hills of Occident Dark as blood running through ages dim From beginning 'til the end In caves and