By the turnstile beckons a damsel fair The face of Melinda neath blackened hair No joy would flicker in her eyes Brooding sadness came to a rise ...
Words would falter to atone Failure had passed the stepping stone She had sworn her vows to another This is when no-one will bother
And conceded pain in crumbling mirth A harlot of God upon the earth Found where she sacrificed her ways That hollow love in her face ...
Still I plotted to have her back The contentment that would fill the crack My soul released a fluttering sigh This day fell, the darkness nigh ...
I took her by the hand to say All faith forever has been washed away I returned for you in great dismay Come with me, far away to stay
Endlessly gazing in nocturnal prime She spoke of her vices and broke the rhyme But baffled herself with the final line My promise is made but my heart is thine
Beating Heart still beating for the cause Feeding Soul still feeding on the loss Aching Limbs are aching from the rush Fading You are fading from my sight
Break of morning, coldness lingers on Shroud me into nightmares of the sun
Moving I am moving closer to your side Luring You are luring me into the night Crying Who is crying for you here Dying I am dying fast inside your tears
Plunging towards bereavement faster yet Clearing thoughts, my mind is set
Devious movements in your eyes Moved me from relief Breath comes out white clouds with your lies And filters through me
You're close to the final word You're staring right past me in dismay A liquid seeps from your chest And drains me away
Mist ripples round your thin white neck And draws me a line Cold fingers mark this dying wreck This moment is mine
Help me cure you Atone for all you've done Help me leave you As all the days are done
Night falls again Taking what's left of me
Slight twist, shivering corpse Ornated with water, fills the cracks Clasped in my limbs by tradition This is all you need
Stay with me a while Rise above the vile Name my final rest Poured into my chest
Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead Halo of death, all I see is departure Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr
Pledge yourself to me Never leave me be Sweat breaks on my brow Given time ends now
Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait
Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead Halo of death, all I see is departure Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr
Spirit painted sin Embers 'neath my skin Veiled in pale embrace Reached and touched my face
Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead Halo of death, all I see is departure Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr
Confessor Of the tragedies in man Lurking in the core of us all The last dying call for the everlost Brief encounters, bleeding pain
Lepers coiled 'neath the trees Dying men in bewildered soliloquys Perversions bloom round the bend Seekers, lost in their quest Ghost of friends frolic under the waning moon
It is the year of death Wielding his instruments Stealth sovereign reaper Touching us with ease
Infecting the roots in an instant Burning crop of disease I am just a spectator An advocate documenting the loss Fluttering with conceit This doesn't concern me yet Still far from the knell Taunting their bereavement
Mob round the dead Point fingers at the details Probing vomits for more Caught in unbridled suspense
We have all lost it now Catching the flakes of dismay Born the travesty of man Regular pulse midst pandemonium You're plucked to the mass Parched with thirst for the wicked
Sick liaisons raised this monumental mark The sun sets forever over Blackwater park
I have often told you stories about the way I lived the life of a drifter waiting for the day when I`d take your hand and sing you songs Then maybe you would say Come lay with me love me and I would surely stay
But I feel I`m growing older And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound of a windmill goin` `round I guess I`ll always be a soldier of fortune
Many times I`ve been a traveller I looked for something new in days of old When nights were cold I wandered without you But those days I thought my eyes had seen you standing near Though blindness is confusing It shows that you`re not here
Now I feel I`m growing older And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound of a windmill goin` `round I guess I`ll always be a soldier of fortune Yes, I can hear the sound of a windmill goin` ` round I guess I`ll always be a soldier of fortune
Floating on mist crept up the caverns of my brain receving no warning from nothing to a life code walk with me, you'll never leave wait to see your spirit free tell me how your heart's in need as i drown you in the sea unwinding snares of distrust your wrist in my face grip look me in the eye, i'm clear this is your time face down beneath the waterline gazing into the deep from love to death in a time span of seconds oblivious to regret pushed into belief in liquid cellophane gasping for air mercy in my eyes is the shade of the night the piercing sounds you make soaring higher, higher now and once left in my wake your memory is nothing but the scars on me all over now forgotten why i needed this standing down disappear into the obscure resting days waiting for new disease biding time looked inside insanity it always burns within the downward spiral never ends when driven into sin your salvation's found in a sinner's deed the devil guides the day tells me what to say pours himself inside and snuffs the final light
