Things Which Are Naught Lyrics

In Death's holy silence I call you
God above me, God below me
By Neither, Neither, myself unseen
God within and God beyond me
Reflected in these mirrors darkly
God above me, God below me
By Neti, Neti, a faceless face
God within and God beyond me

You abysmal rift in the fabric of being
Ungraspable shadow, devour me
As I open my eyelids for your gnashing teeth
And fill the hollows with blackest dreams

"For his art did express
A quintessence even from nothingness,
From dull privations, and lean emptiness;
He ruin'd me, and I am re-begot
Of absence, darkness, death: things which are not"
[John Donne - Nocturnal upon St. Lucy's Day]

Coil about me and breathe my new name
Self above me, Self below me
Plow earth into abyss and reap its bitter grain
Absence within me, Presence beyond me

And your naked splendor has carved open the pathway
Into wonders of the howling night and the twist of the moon
Where the dead awakens to the call of serpentine cherubim
To fall ever deeper and deeper into their tombs

Restructure the dried out bones of the world
And fill its dried out veins with your word
A promise of everything I will come to be
The Nothing within me and the All beyond me!