Sunset, expect This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn
Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar Blood-red, yet still unfed Lips distend ending time to falter
Welcome arms wide and crucified... the slaughter
Lightning freezes seven Outtakes from the rape of the world Sins expelled from Heaven Now befoul from the bowels of Hell
Where the tragic in theory and practice fell
Last prayers, hang in the air Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours Strung where crippled vultures dare Golgotha Coughs another cross to grave God's failure
One the forest spired Nurtured in Nature's heart Now great cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm As Her children toy with razors
Sightless and deeply scarred And the moon arose to phase Her Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars
And lights Our path Back through the shattered glass
Where the tragic in theory and practice meet
Deranged, uncaged We rage like a plague through this age of greed Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat
Sorched Earth, rebirth Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor Whose worth is worse than the curse Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva
Who shares the last laugh now Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows Facedown in dust and poisened ground...