Maudlin Of The Well A Conception Pathetic Lyrics

A Conception Pathetic Lyrics

He beckons from across the languid room, eyes wild like oceans, caught up and
glittering ! Everything 'comes all dark, save

those embers that burn
right through my quaking soul! The old man is frightened and waiting to die;
she looks on from her LUNAR

perch and laughs, "One sip from this cup of
steaming wine, and then you dream!" No more, now is night. Poison! They all
sing to

me, stars in their brightness, and young, singing in golden
cages, rough-hewn by some dead race! I saw in one room a CANDLE, and

in
another a votive WREATH. Which shall crucify me? Which shall resurrect me? Rain
from her mouth doth heal! Let it run through

me! I kiss her silken lips!
And breasts that heave with passion e'er growing! 

We couched below the
flowers dead! And gave new life to them! No! Not in this place! By starlight
he'll come to devour us

all! Through terrors he'll rise to hurt us!