Choir

Hear the dark Madonna

In golden chains of fire

With flesh like sunburnt varnish

A tapestry of scars

She stalks the unlit corners

She haunts my room at night

That I might use my eyelids

As a shield against her light

For her the sweet Behemoth

That slavers while it grins

With fangs of burnished copper

And milk beneath its skin

Along with fierce Leviathan

Who walks below the waves

Have laid their jaws upon your lap

To rest beneath your grace

These fiery beasts of heaven

That burn the surface clean

Will render hell in shades of amber

Black and emerald green

The whispered words of tourniquets

Come spilling through the gauze

To split the crackling plasma

With soft and tender claws

Something shines behind their eyes

Something deep inside

And when they've stripped me to the bone

There's nothing left to hide

Behold this spoiling carcass

That swings before you now

Who's bound in rags and rubber bands

And strung up to your boughs

I wander through your garden

On bones of broken glass

To chew your shining halo

With teeth of molten wax

I hide between the shadows

Of your homemade oubliette

I know they're out to get me

But they haven't got me yet

I hope she sings forever

In silver notes of woe

For when the dirge is over

We go to ground alone