Walk my dismal path
Pursue my much walked ways
Two hells I've found
Two deaths I'll die
Mere fools choose to stay

Shut out the sky
In this (already) darkened room
As I prepare myself for slumber
Where the weary are at rest
Scraps of acrid marrow
Dried and whitened spine
Wasting of the limbs
Abbreviated death

Such a bitter satire
I'm content to rest alone
Leave me here and I will lie
Composed an undisturbed
Oh where can I find sorrow
To relieve me of my grief
I've shut my eyes to God above
And walked my dismal way

I've drunk the dregs of a wooden cup
I've trampled on His blood
I've smeared Him in my arrogance
I grieve I can't turn back

Walk my dismal path
Pursue my much walked way
Two hells I've found
Two deaths I'll die
Mere fools here remain.

Mmmmm?..mmmmm

Nice day for a black wedding
Signed and sealed with the blood of the soul
The Black Corsage
This cursed place
The coming of age
The Black Corsage

Mmmmm oh yeah, the Black Corsage
Yeah, the Black Corsage

The doctrine of truth rests behind you
The cloak of a child down your back
The child can see what you now can not
Romp in the mud, it damns you
The moonlit face, replace it with scars
The tumulus spoils desire
But you've hidden your eyes, they burn in the dark
The only light is this fire

The children will charm in disgust
The matrimony of the beast
Blood on his hands, and rape on his breath
He blissfully utters in

The moonlit face, replace it with scars
The tumulus spoils desire
But you've hidden your eyes, they burn in the dark
The only light is this fire

A restless shadow
Of a fiddler's elbow
Plays a tune to
Staggering feet
The burden of his songs
The looking glass scorns
At this disfigured
Odious face

Indeed alone
Hugging my breast
The sun I neglect
In darkness I roam

Offerings of flowers
On a barren grave
Where my body will lie
Uncared and unwept

Idle bait, my shawl on the lattice
Someone may see it
Perhaps look my way
No thread of sympathy
Unites me to man
I lay softly
Down once again

Within my aged walls
Taunts and vexatious
Fragments of a tune
Play most mournfully
With sadness in my voice
I break the solemn stillness
My drooping head falls
On languid hands

Ancient of days
Creator of life
From the womb
You have formed me
My vile sight You love
Covered by Your shadow
Held within Your hand
Made in Your likeness
Precious am I

The glare of a sinking flame
Binds me to my clay

Indeed alone
Hugging my breast
The sun I neglect
In darkness I roam

Offerings of flowers
I rest in the earth
My body will lie
Uncared and unwept

You shared flesh with me
Danced with me in the ancient circle
Of birth life and death
But You live again

While autumn leaves fall
In the summer of my life
It is the millstone
Around the neck of us all
But You wore it like a crown
Weaving to the shrill
That makes cowards of us all
But to You it was harmony

You knew shame like no other
You tasted death like no other
You shed tears like no other man

This incarnation repelled me
But threw me to my knees
Could i be anything
But a moth to the flame
Your cross compels me
You are the breath that gives me life
You are mystery
You are beauty
You are the risen Christ.