Caïna

Face veiled beneath clasped fingers Ochre stained butcher's hands A knotted web of callus and cicatrix There is a lonely house Unrestful on an unsettled foundation Spring rains burden its lumber Nails erupt from swelling planks Emerging iron flowers tea...

Constantine the blind, corssing rivers of pale ashes Negates Sol Invictus with the Nazarene's dark pain The alien of Genneseret, stealing into the heart of Diana's temple Raping her with the fury of the sacrificed Constantine the blind, wan Godhead at his...

...and I was granted a boon from the living earth that Satan as the throat of the world might contract for my fist and in a vision all the stars of the air blink out and sink grey beneath the sea and a leopard licks the feet of Christ as he raises laurels...

I've seen demons And I've been shown things that no-one sould see And I know why birds alight from cables with no-one beneath Who's on the side of the angels Who's on the side of Satan God's not there anymore I know why birds fly No-one's there anymore 

Behind the earth, a dark meridian Lines drawn, final parallax Tendons pull and then relax Fingers crawl towards the palm A ripple, and a shudder From the curdling sky to the bowels of the world Whales are wrecked on starless beaches, the moon draws blood...

The ice in the water Corrupting the wake The old ship now preparing to break I am the fool now I run with the cats and the owls I don't see my mistake Now I am your Jonah I'm shipwrecked among you now. 

Through the whole void of night I search So dumbly crying out to thee But thou art not, and night’s vast throne Becomes an all-stupendous church With star-bells knelling unto thee, who in all space am most alone 

I go ashore at night leaving the kingdom I walk down to the woods, to the place where they abandoned me. There's a voice in the darkness I follow it unerringly I know I'm not welcome here, but lack the strength to leave. I drown in the light, disintegrat...

These are the hands that pluck These are the souls to break I will teach thieves to steal And I will lay with them to die These are the hands that pluck These are the ones to kneel A cold silence rises anew Splintered with words you dare not speak Carv...

Weakened father, dying one Displaced in this world by hawk-headed son We have endured the aeon of the mother mild Gazing adoring at the suckling child Building a star-henge from the bones Of gods abandoned by men in squealing droves Promise fulfilled now...

I clutch your hand with my cracked fingers And laugh Wish everything was different, wish everything was simple But it’s not, it’s not That none shall die Is impossible I wish I could believe you, wish everything was different But it’s not, it’s not I w...

This is the last song This the last song I will ever sing to you This is the last song I will ever sing 

Tear off a petal and turn back Down the road to the house where I first listened to Fleetwood Mac with you And all your pairs of shoes – a hundred Where are they now? Where are they now? Tear off a petal and turn back Down the road you abandoned When I...

Are we not men? Do our dreams not shape the world? The foolishness of Jephtha and the sickly Will of Job Myths built anew each night in ivory and horn The lies we tell ourselves so we can face the dawn Profane inheritors! Excuse in our nature Mandate to...

Floating in space Towards black imperium Radiation bursting the cells Expanding flesh prison Receiving signals From impossible distance No way to try to contact the Earth Travelling away from all I have built A monument to nothing Decayed sense of sel...

Part ii - Arc of Piss What became of our speeches What became of our fabulous ideals What we thought was evolution... nothing but an arc of piss, an old man under a bridge Gutters... gutters Rescue me 

I will go where the dead things whisper I will go where the beasts know my name I will go where the damned things gather I will go... in shame. Nihil Inherit... odium. My bloodlines are severed With the fall... the murder... the sun... the sun. Increscu...

Forked tail caged, suppressing the impulse Aleph is chained, permitting creation Before the first day, remnant eternal: infinite shadow behind empyrean mirrors "A sea of glass, mingled with fire" glitters and mocks, the hallowed imperceptible Tangible only...

Every blade of grass Sings for him alone Forming a chorus With all those that drink The black pollen and from twisted yellow roots The thousand tiny flowers that wind around his throne Round his throne We spend our lives pointed at the sky We spend our...

In dinghies and coracles We shrank upstream Ten men in the claw of nature Squid covering the oars, and briars choking the banks We fell on in silence towards black adventure We got lost somewhere upriver 

In time I know I'll change; I've got to, Blood of my blood, I've shot you down... And I've never seen a human look like that I can't say I like it... I can't say I like it much. My veins are full of you. I can't say I love you again. Judas; Mother; Fat...

I've been dreaming after all I've been dreaming after all 

I wonder how Life would be Without these demons I wonder how Life could be If I had peace 

The prairie hag She sits and waits Polishing them golds and brass Winter soon, the grass is saying She knows that autumn’s not long to last Autumn’s not long to last Polishing them golds and brass, so prepares the witch… Nothing lasts forever, not even...

I'd give everything I have To pluck the night up by its skin That I might look inside And may not find all ending I wish I could share in your perception of my body That we may not find it rotting As skin blossoms blood Waiting for the last knell of da...

Praise him He spreads his porcelain wings A mile each wide Taking flight from the right hand of damnation Mighty tobacco beetle Destroyer of the ziggurats Mighty tobacco beetle Defiler of the pyramids We’re all doomed… We’re doomed. Praise him…mighty...

In a hollow of viridian I see you Soft and still as biology The trees want to grasp at you again Hung like a golden bell at the heart of a willow Like a golden bell There’s no life you could offer that would mean anything to me 

I've walked along the walls of this old town for hours without meeting a soul The wind shrieks hard against the stone with a loneliness of feeling I have never known. But I've seen Wormwood over Albion; I know he points me home. Full of sedition, and wrappe...