Melancholy Loves the Dark Lyrics

“A sword, a sword is drawn for slaughter, burnished to consume

Return it to its sheath! I will judge you.

I will pour out my indignation upon you,

I will hand you over to ravaging men, artisans of destruction.

You shall be fuel for the fire, your blood shall flow throughout the land.

You shall not be remembered, for I, the LORD, have spoken.”


Between us there is naught -

The sum of all motions equals the balance of the world

The ichor fills the wound, the blade carves the map to the stars

My complexion lays scarred - an abrasive seer incarnate

Through the symmetries of lesions I take bearing

Between us... melancholy loves the dark


What wordplay should I seek to produce

The same foul odour of your existence?
Your bearing - that of doubt is a burl in the garden

The epicenter of doubtless losness

Between us - it is nil


Abhorrent, dissolute absolute

Castrated disbelief - pummeling the chasm as anvil

Dispelling, ever-growing, hardening


The sum of all motions equals the word of balance

Wounds spewing blades to the luminous

Daggers as mirages in the desert were I thirst

Visions through lesions counted legions


Pouring my indignation upon the flesh cathedral

Where I have lain my seed - fuel for fire

Blood streams - the fires consume

None to be remembered


My complexion lays scarred - an abrasive seer incarnate

Through the symmetries of lesions I take bearing

Between us... melancholy loves the dark