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...