Sunset, expect 
This to be your last with 
Our vast return 
As Death is set 
At three sixes where hill-beacons burn 

Darkness, undress 
Your descending skirts yield a 
 thirsting altar 
Blood-red, yet still unfed 
Lips distend ending time to falter 

 [bad word] arms wide and [bad word] .. 

the slaughter 

Lightning freezes seven 

Outtakes from the rape of the world 
Sins expelled from Heaven 
Now befoul from the bowels of [bad word] 

Where the tragic in theory and practice 
 fell 

Last prayers, hang in the air 
Each unto their own rag and bonemeal 
 saviours 

 [bad word] where crippled vultures dare 

Golgotha coughs another cross to grave 
 God's failure 

One the forest spired 
Nurtured in Nature's heart 
Now great cedars feed the pyres 

Need-fires lit for greater harm 
As Her children toy with razors 
Sightless and deeply scarred 

And the moon arose to phase Her 
Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars 

And lights Our path 
Back through the shattered glass 

Where the tragic in theory and practice 
 meet 

Deranged, uncaged 
We rage like a plague through this 
 age of greed 
Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap 
terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat 

Scorched Earth, rebirth 
Disinterred in the writhe of the 
 lone survivor 
Whose worth is worse than the curse 
Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva 

Who shares the last laugh now 
Dead wedded fates fulfill their vows? 

Foot in mouth of sacred cows 
Facedown in dust and poisoned ground...