I Am the Bloody Earth
Lay down with beasts, and welter in my gore Fill your cups of Christ, I am the bloody earth Bright, riding in heaven. The player in rags White Bat is death? Feed it to pigs Rise to be a king, shining with power Down silent avenues, I live on Life You owe yours to me Wear Me around your neck Kneel And cry for me Son Father please help me Safe delivery of a handsome child Merry and sweet looking My endeavours to rise seem useless But I will fight the distance between us
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
If I live you will be sorry I have a thousand forms If I live you will be sorry Uninjured by your tongue If I live you will be sorry I have a thousand forms If I live you will be sorry Uninjured by your tongue We've lived with our suffering But now...? If I live you will be sorry I have a thousand forms If I live you will be sorry I'm working to ensnare you My desire Turn loose the swans If I live you will be sorry I have a thousand forms If I live you will be sorry I'm working to ensnare you
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
See the light and feel my warm desire Run through your veins like the evening sun It will live but no eyes will see it I'll bless your name before I die No person in everything can shine Yet shine you did, for the world to see All a man hath will he give for life? For life that's lost bleeds all over me I'd fallen before but it never hurt like this Don't leave me here to crawl through the mire I'm without fault before the throne of god Take from me the crown of sympathy What do you think you'll see? What do you think there will be? Sit down, did you see the sun? What will we become? Great ones? The mouths that dare not speak his name Behold them, raised, complete and fine The battle for our lives is oh, so brief Take my hand and please walk with me When I was young the sun did burn my face I let its love and warmth wash over me The melting voice of many, in the hush of night Whispering tongues can poison my honest truth Come dress me with your body, and comfort me I dreamt of a dead child in my sleep I wear a terrible mark in my head My clean, white bed, it calls to me, I must lie down, down, down And I want you to lay with me, in sympathy No sad adieus on a balcony, for one last time, just walk with me At the beautiful gate of the temple, we must be saved, saved For deadened, icy pain covers all the earth, cold, cold*810 What do you think you'll see? What do you think there will be? Sit down, did you see the sun? What will we become? Great ones?
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026