A prick of rose's thorn across the break, across the morn

And I walk blindfolded into the wake, into the storm

And please avert your eyes, the dust it falls, the dust it lies

And in the fire's claw incinerate, they burned them all

And in the bird's eye view the fires bled, the fires grew

And we walk blindfolded feeling no trace of all we knew

And please avert your eyes from earthly cracks, earthly cries

And in the final throw, incinerate beauty we know

And she was a haven for me and she was a haven for thee

And she, a holy vessel breathes and you sit and watch her bleed

And you torched a hole in the sky and you watched your earnings fly

And you sit there as she lies in blood right before our eyes

And in the wake fires burn, fires take

And at the wake ashes fall, ashes forsake

And at the wake we will fall, we will ache

And at the wake we'll recall beauty's face