Various Artists - Born In A Burial Gown - Текст песни

Sibilant and macabre
 Walpurgis sauntered in
 Skies litten with five-pointed stars
 The work of crafts surpassing sin
 As She graced Her window ledge
 - An orphaned gypsy nymph
 This issue of the forest's bed
 Skin flushed with sipped absinthe -
 Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's peak
 Tried once concealing Hell
 A snow white line of divine freaks
 In riot, where they fell...

 The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight
 For seven days and seven festival nights
 What wicked wonders lie within the comfines
 Of the panther's den

 She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue
 The restless spirit of Christmas to come
 A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb
 Than gingerbread men

 Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial
 She was the light of the world going down
 War-torn, forlorn and malarial
 She was found
 Born in a burial gown

 Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross
 Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose
 In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost

 Too many decades misfit and mislaid
 In innocence, a tender legend of prey
 Parades Her second coming, now they're running afraid

 Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial
 She was the light of the world going down
 War-torn, forlorn and malarial
 She was found
 Born in a burial gown

 Now She moves with a predator's guile
 Beyond the firelit circle of life
 She soothes your cold heart for a while
 Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife
 She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case
 Espied by Her cross on the wall
 And should She awake, through embrace or mistake
 She would take Jesus
 Bless foot forward and all...

 Sibiliant and at last
 The circus crawled away
 With another lover in its arms
 Dancing on Her grave...