Xasthur - Oration of Ruin lyrics

And in those frozen moments won From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun In drapes inwove with d**hshead wing I thank God for the suffering And I thank God for the suffering As still I burn For Her return I would make my peace with everything I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May Consigned to flames like secret letters And midst the writhe of parapets Where angels sigh, lonely she sits Upon the lip Only a slip from whence I beg her...