I am the sun, blood-orange, claws and teeth Seraph's trumpets sound, flags flap in the wind I lick the skies, close your eyes and see The blood-orange is the last you'll see before eternity Your ghost will display its white teeth in the darkness of the well Drain that cradle, dear sun, you are the god I worship the most I hear bells as cannons and then a terrifying silence Clanks and tintinnabulation as religious rites I clear my throat and scream at the winds And the shrieks and shrills will silence the chimes Your ghost will display its white teeth in the darkness of the well Drain that cradle, dear sun, you are the god I worship the most Suicide, hung by garters, they dropped a bag of heads Suicide, hung by garters, infants s**ing tears