It won’t be long when morning comes we’ll pattern our adamantine waste A stranger waits along this road to take me home There is something when you draw near I destroy all things I hold dear Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand on an ailing shore, where it strands In every language I’ve confessed Its haunted name Where d**h opens her thighs Our paramour of broken tides You saw us die I’ve gathered myself There is something when you draw near I destroy all things I hold dear Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand on an ailing shore, where it strands For a vestige of closure in the pool of an eye that gained sight in a darkness that was long before night I come to say my name, I said I know he wants it where he goes I know it takes my lot to live I know it takes this world to die In mirrors digged up from the earth I see myself lambent upon my childhood fields in wounds There is something when you draw near I destroy all things I hold dear Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand on an ailing shore, where it strands