Cemetery And Sundown

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 

Cemetary 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 night 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 descent 
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 dependent 
Like phantoms in the caves for Miss Christine 
When the song bird broke her neck 

Wolves howl their foghound 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 hestiality 
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 
Over 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 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 world collide