MUSIC: RENE VD BERG/JS BACH – LYRICS: ESTHER SLABBERT
A screech like a howl pierce like thunder in the night
Bring death to pyres; melt the wings of angel’s flight
Etch the gargoyle grinning, wake the demon’s fitful sleep
And the virgin kills the phantom of her lover in the deep.
Sweet love, I’ll write you a letter
Ink the pen from the vein you laid bare
When your soul left your sight,
Your skin iced in the light
Blood-lines barren, bold, broken despair. . .
Will you hear when I scream at the heavens, beg their grace?
When I tear at the moon, spit the devil in his face!
Close my eyes, force the sight of my hope in broken bonds
And the virgin cowers deeper, swearing blood-oaths at the gods. . .
My love, can you whisper a moment –
Let me taste your mind on the breeze?
The caress of your spirit,
Livid joy deep within it
My hold slips, slowly falters then freeze. . .
There were never a truth we didn’t lay bare
We traveled all roads, our battles were fair
Now you left me to wonder,
Your heart lost to my youth
And I scream and I blunder
As the fear fractures my truth.