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 curse 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             Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes      Shadows dance, eyes flicker in decent      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 dependant      Like phantoms in the eaves for Mss 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