We rise with the sun in the underworld   We suffer from a graveless name   We prise wide lids   And wounds with lips curled   Over teeth that have tasted shame      Cemetery and sundown      Against the flora of nightfall   We gather like the fauna of war   To cure Aurora so spiteful   With her stake in the coming of dawn   To conjure forth the past   Those heady nights of pain resplendent   In the service of the Goddess of Death   When her sheets ran royalty red      Moon lengthen or crypt-kept silhouettes   Shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent   Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter, spent   On upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness      We walk this Eden, a secret   Faces hidden under Leonine pride   In dusk’s embrace   We find it hard to keep it   When blood and lust and waking worlds collide      Too long have we skulked like drifters   In the cities of the neon sun   Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters   Mona Lisas where the paint has run   I miss our glorious past   Our nightly flights on fear dependent   Like phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine   When the song bird broke her neck      Wolves howl their fogbound serenades   Churches arch their backs with balustrades   Praise be to the shedding of masquerades   When we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid   Of the covenant made...      Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat   There is murder in the thirst      Rich red vascular tapestries   Hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep   In dreams where themes of bestiality   Are a blessing on their Sunday sheep      Sermons hang a black gown   Over cemetery and sundown      Now the clock is harrying midnight   And the ghost of yet-to-come   Will she show rewrites of dark delight   Or the sewers we’ve overrun?   I see a winter palace   Cut diamonds at a porcelain neck   When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity’s spirit   As I threw her to it bled      We rise with the sun in the underworld   We suffer from a graveless name   We prise wide lids   And wounds with lips curled   Over teeth that have tasted shame      We walk this Eden, a secret   Faces hidden under Leonine pride   In dusk’s embrace   We find it hard to keep it   When blood and lust and waking worlds collide