the weeds In a bed of roses Just a virgin in the midst of whores Exposing the pain Like picking the sores Just a virgin in the midst of whores Bringing
big kettledrum Voices calling and voices crying Some are born and some are dying Its alpha and omegas kingdom come And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees The virgins
the big kettledrum Voices calling, voices crying Some are born and some are dying It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees The virgins
Christ's Nativity This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heav'n's eternal King, Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, Our great
star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe... Midst the
brittle glass And though her eyes still held fire As stonewalls caged the beast 'Gainst the lassitudes of Death She fought but fell to greet And midst
back to us Knights of holy wars, inviting hordes Of grim infidelities In the grip of cryptic lands And desert sands They found just cause and midst
the weave of white vaults Where the shadows revolt At the incest of spiritual love Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts Spatter virginal breasts with
glance would Betroth She feared the light So when she fell like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed mandragora like virgins
we went too far This time we opened the scars To feel destruction Inside this worlds addiction Last dance for the new generation Beloved ones, virgins
onwards Your body is mine to avail Such a tragic sight you are Slave under my creed Spurring me with those tears I am beyond death Midst a dreamin'
Your body is mine to avail Such a tragic sight you are Slave under my creed Spurring me with those tears I am beyond death Midst a dreaming affinity
days are done For a martyr has been taken He is old Juan de la Cruz And a century of women pray At the casket before them laid And the Virgin of Guadalupe
