blue as night, the ravenstag was flying
as you plucked the hyde, the beast stood crying
was it ever not enough to torment enough, cried out the blood in the veins
of the ravenstag who told me your name

i’ve started dreaming the most peculiar pictures
the blacks and whites and colors are richer
did you feel it kind enough, yes kind enough to plant the seed in my brain
of the ravenstag whispering your name

vulgar [bad word]  it gleams like vulgar diamonds
a picture of my own designing  
wish they’d said beware the signs, the meats and wines of the velvet joy and the pain
of the ravenstag when he calls my name

(bridge, bach aria medley) [bad word] into my parlor says the spider
close my eyes, the space between heartbeats grows wider
maybe i’m not brave enough or sane enough to steady the knife of the gaze
of the ravenstag as it whispers my name
 [bad word] and the ravenstag’s behind me
i’m a crimson stain and no wind can dry me
is an enemy enough to keep the love of a monster that swallows and maims
the same ravenstag who knows my name?