Riseth He, The Numberless, Pt. 1
by maudlin of the Well
From the album: Leaving Your Body Map
Duration: 04:17
Lyrics for Riseth He, The Numberless, Pt. 1
Curse the night I was born, as I beheld Springeth he like asters from her vicious womb; She bled mass stars that curs'd all the sky Horror bound me against the crags of stone And even the Earthquake-Fiends were silenced Chain'd to the mountaintop, my heart was rent The dandelion was plucked from the sky My soul wept as the shadow increased He made to sleep the flowers and the trees The beasts all laid down their mighty heads; Their souls were suck'd dry by the Creation What season seizes fast the lyre with balm? Alas, it is a cloudless, sunless day; As the world died, I hid myself in tears