
all at grindylow
and howling moon
with the wind
bash this smash this
burning head
towards the in
my fingers spark
flint like iron
my heart burns
at blood within
all at grindylow
and howling moon
with the wind

all at grindylow
and howling moon
with the wind
bash this smash this
burning head
towards the in
my fingers spark
flint like iron
my heart burns
at blood within
all at grindylow
and howling moon
with the wind

straining again the fade away
but whatever reason for?
transparent to the oblivion already
a silent walking phantasmagoria
but raspy ghast my hollow voice
left to knockers 'twixt walls tapping
aimless wander alone

irrelevance for all the trying
to stay within and not slip
between tall men and mists
outside the pales posted
at the edge of town
même ainsi,
pour l'étranger:
l'enfer, c'est les autres
watchmen fall silent
as shadowhands by
the light of the moon
reveal the monster within

invisible i
and they
could care less
that my skies
have gone out
laying there
atop those
hollow hills
all night

my hands carry scenes
from a different winter
stiff with memories
yet to come
blood crust blades the snow
windswept carved the land
why only the never?
antlers stand silent of stone

tonight i might try
dancing barefoot
spinning & yearning
for a dark angel dreaming
with that mark of moth
bare shoulder worn
just to see her smile
all grey the ravens
under the trysting moon

darksky grey a’coming
rumble her clouded head
sparks sent across
flint on steel in bed
twisting her sheets
around bare calf & thigh
darksky grey a’coming
through her evernight