I hear a sweet calling, a fanfare in fire
I'm deafened by bleeding, the tolling of lust.
Where day sings its farewell, slashes the skies,
Stabbed by the moon spell
Broken, deranged
The fray of the sunset, lays crimson the folds
Of mackerel night sky
Smoldering low
A purple horizon, a roasting red flame
Burns with a madness
And calls a name
I'll turn away, to her flame-washed eyes
The burning, in those coral-mad skies
Sears the heart, embers the moon...
I'll turn away! My Child, be soon!
I hear a sweet calling, a fanfare in fire
I'm deafened by bleeding, the tolling of lust.
I could drown in your sweet blood,
The dawn never see
All beauty and horror... forever laugh...
The fray of the sunset has captured my soul
I'm anchored to fire
With smoldering bones
I'll be the bird spirit, feathered for dream
Or the longest of sleeps,
Away,soft away!
I'll turn away, to her flame-washed eyes
The burning, in those coral-mad skies
Sears the heart, embers the moon...
I'll turn away! My Child, be soon!
