1. GRAVERIDER

(Like mansions of a toothless town)

Lost inside
The haemorrhage of the world
Who carries bright bones
Lynched on the boughs?

Like mansions of a toothless town
No prayer succeeds the sound
Her cruciform lips and her silvery mouth...

Where life lies dumbstruck
And all the patchwork shame
Walk and hang in your grave
Suckling it burns in the bible-black waste

And all the patchwork shame
Walk and hang in your grave

Our drowned horses dance
With a daughter of the fog
Who scratches at masks
For all of the answers

Where life lies dumbstruck
And all the patchwork shame
Walk and hang in your grave
Suckling it burns in the bible-black waste

And all the patchwork shame
Walk and hang in your grave
And all the patchwork shame
Walk and hang... in your grave

Our drowned horses dance
With a daughter of the fog
Who scratches at masks
For all of the answers
Her cruciform lips and her silvery mouth...

"Then silence, stillness
And night was the universe..."
Then night was my universe....
Night was my universe
Night was my universe

Lost inside
The haemorrhage of the world
Lost inside
The haemorrhage of the world...


2. STRANDED ANGELS

(L'Apparition Au Mausolee)

Who built this tower of memories
Who dug up those swirling spirits
An impermanent state of conclusion
Unjust soil to hide away in

What beast gave birth to the dragon
What ape did move forth to become
The primate of illusions
Framed by the terror of him self

(Chorus)
Shaken from morbid dreams
Beneath their cold-cave earth
Dead fog-breath bleeds
into gaps between my burial and birth

Black light spills out
And drapes this maudlin gloom
Ascending from vapor cabins
The drowned and mangled angelforms...
Gently loom

The stranded angels are calling...

(spoken)
"Without any miracles of light and love
Useless and captive in a well of lost rememberance
Depraved and digested by the height of age"

Crawling backwards to face its own truth
With a dying soul and a broken neck
It never seems to give up or back down
A brutally honest offering...


3. COAL BLACK HEARSES

Ghosts on the hard shoulder
With eyes like guillotines
Never getting older
Here's where we cut our teeth

Skeleton procession
A hungry moth-eaten fleet
With our eerie cargo
Borne from the gallows seat

When they come to claim us
In coal black hearses
Laid in the laps
Of the morbid nurses

Coal black hearses
Coal black hearses

With your eyes of cessation
With all your organs removed
With your death full of flowers
It's time to bid farewell to you

Husbands remember dead lovers
Wives tend their bitter corpse
Old-time valued friendships
These things won't matter anymore

Your face in palsy
Quiet while the sad surgeon is at work
All your useless photographs
We'll build you a smile
While your lips kiss the box

When they come to claim us
In coal black hearses
Laid in the laps
Of the morbid nurses

Coal black hearses
Coal black hearses

You dug your grave inside my skull
You drew dead names on my flesh
You hollowed the marrow out of my bones
You scratched your signs on my tomb...