Born in a Burial Gown - Live

Sibilant amber cobalt
Purgatory sauntered in
Scape richer with five pointed stars
The work of craftsman passing thin
As she graced her window ledge
An orphan gypsy nymph
This issue of the forest's pen
Slick black wench, in the mist
Her eyes revealed above
This peacock once concealed
A mouth as the white line
Under my face
As I am promised
The darkened legend
Reaching ring of promise denied
The seven days, the seven pleasurable nights
Would waken wonders like within
The confines of the pathless dark
A walking book of evil
Wandered ever with darkness
The man's word, I would read with a callous
The pen of Jacobin
He tugged at the book
The tale of us all
Scorned, scorned and borne by the aerial
She was the light of the world going down
For torn, forlorn and valarial
She was found born in a burial
Born in a burial gown
Born in a burial gown
And left the cave
That would go to the cross
Flickered the picture
With its wayward remorse
Till it cut through souls
Like a sullen mask
Through many decades
Man made and man made
Into the desert desert legend of praise
Parades the saint who carries out
The rotting of grace
Scorned, scorned and borne by the aerial
She was the light of the world going down
For torn, forlorn and valarial
She was found born in a burial
She was born, born in a burial gown
She was born, born in a burial gown
Now she moves with a predator's guile
Beyond the violet circle of night
She sooths your cold heart for a while
And matches its beat
Sinking in with a knife
She battles the trade
With a delicate ease
Inspired by a cross on the wall
And should she awake through embrace
Or mistake
She would taste Jesus' ash
Burnt for a candle
Sibilant and at last
The circus crawls away
With a novel of a ridding
Of dancing on a bier
Born of a lord
Born in a burial gown
She was born for us
Born in a burial gown
Born in a burial gown