Before and beyond the blue gates of death   Oh only two birds they soar through the sky   Take two blackbirds crossformed in poppy fields   And sprung in the springtime in Europe's fertile years   When the rain was immaculate not scarred and twisted   And where in the heart that beats in man   And where in the soul that beats in this heart   Are the pastures of the little shining man      He has reached the blue gates of death   He is at the blue gates of death   Of death... the blue gates of death      She tells me she loves me but he always beckons   Through the forests of green   Though the night slides in      His glass in hand   Slumps over the table   And birch she sits there scowling   Another eagle darkens the stage   And over the fissures   The moss everywhere   And the ships blackblue   Statues point to the sky   Birth   Earth   And dawn      The blue gates of death   We have reached the blue gates of death   We are at the blue gates of death      And her eyes horizontal   Like her heart   Like her secret   There is no pain for me to feel   "Do not touch this pain of mine"   She says "it is all darkened fear"   And London Bridge has fallen down   My mother drinks Victoria gin   Eating gingerbread men   Two ciphers straddle the stage   Reclaim, declaim and decant   Their moves are pointless   Their promises echo through the cinema      They have reached the blue gates of death   They are at the blue gates of death   They shall go through the blue gates of death      And his name is carved in stone   But the time has soaked it away   Where the rain runs to the sea   It takes the moisture from this world   Where riverruns to the sea   It drags ships to the courses   Where the blue is to green   And the waves lap at the night      All have reached the blue gates of death   It has come to its end at the blue gates   At the blue gates of the threshold   Of threshold of blue gates      And love is the law is written in notebooks   The desert ships and the sand      The desert blossom grows   And blows in the wind he wails   And sand is all everything   He waits in the corner watching   He waits in the quarter   Behind the roses fields and pastures   Where madness is the norm   And laughing is the wine   Full garlands hang on the head of porcupine god   Training tresses and vines   Ripping and raving   World without end   And purple is the colour   Scarlet is the dress   Round about his blues