Black Flowers, Please Lyrics

Oh when I saw you standing there
Wildflowers dying in your hair
Child of harvest time coughing up moss
Dull flowers black perfume trailing in dust
Hoisting twampennance at the spike of that hill
Your smile started bleeding and then the mill
Shearing and sharing your love and your rage
As hogsheads 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
It isn′t very good in the dark dark wood
It isn't very good in the dark dark wood
In the middle of the night when there isn't any light
It isn′t very good in the dark dark wood

There are four corners to the world she said
And every one is manned with fire and ice
In black glass darkly I can see her proof
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 played out for want of power
To slake her bloodlust and for sake of pain
Her ugly shapes are breeding in her secret mound
The call of ethers and the dog star crawl

There′s one cracked bottle with no label on
She nods and gestures limply with a broken smile
Do you fear death she says to me and shows me seven scars
Seven seals, seven years of rose cross madness
Christus tells us that little children suffer
It's only right that we should learn to suffer too
The second seven are not so red
The third seven are like whitish foam
And all this world seems to be in darkness
And all this world seems to be in brightness

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 sighs
There are four corners to this world she dies