Black flowers, please Oh when I saw you standing there Wild flowers dying in your hair Child of harvest time coughing up musk Black flowers' dull perfume trailing in dusk Hoisting dark pennants at the spike of the hill Your smile started bleeding and then the nill Shearing and sharing your love and your rage Whilst hogs head descending Spewed out a new age It isn't very good In the dark dark wood In the middle of the night When there isn't any light There are four corners to the world she said And every one is manned with fire and ice Through black gla** darkly I can see her truth Arrayed and raised and raising walls of war She points to squares of wax and writes backwards I veil my face from her and from her light The pointless games she plays out for want of power To slake her bloodlust and for sake of pain Her ugly shapes breeding in her secret mound The Call of Aethyrs and the Dog Star Crawl There's one cracked bottle with no label on She nods and gestures limply with her broken smile Do you fear d**h she says to me And shows me seven stars The seven seals of her seven years of Rose Cross madness Well christus tell us that little children suffer It's only right that we should learn to suffer too! The first seven are red as blood The second seven not so red The third seven like whitish smoke And all the world seemed to be in darkness And all the world seemed to be in brightness There are four corners to the world I lie In forms of fire have lurked across its floor And little banners displaying their little creeds Have made our season on earth as red as poppy fields There are four corners to the world she sighs There are four corners to the world she cries There are four corners to the world she lies There are four corners to the world she dies