Black flowers, please      Oh when I saw you standing there   Wild flowers dying in your hair   Child of harvest time coughing up must   Black flowers' dull perfume trailing in dust   Hoisting dark pennants at the spike of the hill   Your smile started bleeding and then the mill   Shearing and sharing your love and your rage   Whilst hawk's head descending   Spewed out a new age      It isn't very good   In the dark dark wood   In the middle of the night   When there isn't any light      There are four corners to the world she said   And every one is manned with fire and ice   Through black glass darkly I can see her truth   Arrayed and raised and raising walls of war   She points to squares of wax and writes backwards   I veil my face from her and from her light   The pointless games she plays out for want of power   To slake her bloodlust and for sake of pain   Her ugly shapes breeding in her secret mound   The Call of Aethyrs and the Dog Star Crawl   There's one cracked bottle with no label on   She nods and gestures limply with her broken smile   Do you fear death she says to me   And shows me seven stars   The seven seals of her seven years of Rose Cross madness   Well christus tell us that little children suffer   It's only right that we should learn to suffer too!      The first seven are red as blood   The second seven not so red   The third seven like whitish smoke   And all the world seemed to be in darkness   And all the world seemed to be in brightness      There are four corners to the world I lie   In forms of fire have lurked across its floor   And little banners displaying their little creeds   Have made our season on earth as red as poppy fields      There are four corners to the world she sighs   There are four corners to the world she cries   There are four corners to the world she lies   There are four corners to the world she dies