I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May   ‘Neath whose rays we lay together   And those bright nights on glassy waves   When we would glide lightly away    From the grain   For wicked flights of pleasure      Those visions fade   Like ghosts to life’s parade   Though incisions once made Her so vivid   A scarlet whore   With both heels in the door   Of a heaven severed from me, insipid      And midst the writhe of parapets   Where angels sigh, lonely she sits   Upon the lip   Only a slip from whence I beg Her      That I would wish   Her kiss a chrysalis    To break to make my fluttered heart amiss   And in those frozen moments won   From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun   In drapes inwove with deathshead wing   I thank God for the suffering      Love would have conquered all   But for the Rapture   That ancient plan for my defeat   Denied Faith skies that would have set Her free   It seems again dreams wend to capture      Once dancing in a spotlit waltz   Through a shadowed dimension    Given to the rivers that bedizened Her eyes   The world drifted by in a lost momentum      With no divine intervention      Regardless that the author    Of sin was me and I   Lay chaste of hate in Faith’s embrace   As Mortals warred with more besides      They warred with life itself      And in those frozen moments won   From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun    In drapes inwove with deathshead wing   I thank God for the suffering      And I thank God for the suffering   As still I burn   For Her return   I would make my peace with everything      I, I still recall, the first full moon of May   Consigned to flames like secret letters   And midst the writhe of parapets   Where angels sigh, lonely she sits   Upon the lip   Only a slip from whence I beg Her      That I would wish   Her kiss a chrysalis   To break to make my fluttered heart amiss   And in those frozen moments won   From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun    In drapes inwove with deathshead wing   I thank God for the suffering      Love would have conquered all   Were we not parted   Her splintered loss rekindles rage   The winter frost dwindles across my stage   Lit up once more to score finales started      Love would have conquered all   Love would have conquered…   Hate