Oh when I saw you standing there 
Wild flowers dying in your hair 
Child of harvest time coughing up must 
Black flowers' dull perfume trailing in dust 
Hoisting dark pennants at the spike of the hill 
Your smile started bleeding and then the mill 
Shearing and sharing your love and your rage 
Whilst hawk's head descending 
Spewed out a new age 

It isn't very good 
In the dark dark wood 
In the middle of the night 
When there isn't any light 

There are four corners to the world she said 
And every one is manned with fire and ice 
Through black glass darkly I can see her truth 
Arrayed and raised and raising walls of war 
She points to squares of wax and writes backwards 
I veil my face from her and from her light 
The pointless games she plays out for want of power 
To slake her bloodlust and for sake of pain 
Her ugly shapes breeding in her secret mound 
The Call of Aethyrs and the Dog Star Crawl 
There's one cracked bottle with no label on 
She nods and gestures limply with her broken smile 
Do you fear death she says to me 
And shows me seven stars 
The seven seals of her seven years of Rose Cross madness 
Well christus tell us that little children suffer 
It's only right that we should learn to suffer too! 

The first seven are red as blood 
The second seven not so red 
The third seven like whitish smoke 
And all the world seemed to be in darkness 
And all the world seemed to be in brightness 

There are four corners to the world I lie 
In forms of fire have lurked across it's floor 
And little banners displaying their little creeds 
Have made our season on earth as red as poppy fields 

There are four corners to the world she sighs 
There are four corners to the world she cries 
There are four corners to the world she lies 
There are four corners to the world she dies