Melancholy Loves The Dark Lyrics

“A sword, a sword is drawn for slaughter, burnished to consume
Return it to its sheath! I will judge you.
I will pour out my indignation upon you,
I will hand you over to ravaging men, artisans of destruction.
You shall be fuel for the fre, your blood shall fow throughout the land.
You shall not be remembered, for I, the LORD, have spoken.”

Between us there is naught -
The sum of all motions equals the balance of the world
The ichor flls the wound, the blade carves the map to the stars

My complexion lays scarred - an abrasive seer incarnate
Through the symmetries of lesions I take bearing
Between us... melancholy loves the dark

What wordplay should I seek to produce
The same foul odour of your existence?
Your bearing - that of doubt is a burl in the garden
The epicenter of doubtless losness
Between us - it is nil

Abhorrent, dissolute absolute
Castrated disbelief - pummeling the chasm as anvil
Dispelling, ever-growing, hardening

The sum of all motions equals the word of balance
Wounds spewing blades to the luminous
Daggers as mirages in the desert were I thirst
Visions through lesions counted legions

Pouring my indignation upon the fesh cathedral
Where I have lain my seed - fuel for fre
Blood streams - the fres consume
None to be remembered

My complexion lays scarred - an abrasive seer incarnate
Through the symmetries of lesions I take bearing
Between us... melancholy loves the dark