| Oh when I saw you standing there |
| Wild flowers dying in Your hair |
| Child of harvest time coughing up must |
| Black flowers' dull perfume trailing in dust |
| Hoisting dark pennants at the spike of the hill |
| Your smile started bleeding and then the nil |
| Shearing and sharing Your Love and Your Rage |
| Whilst hawk’s head descending |
| Spewed out a new age |
| It isn’t very good |
| In the dark dark wood |
| In the middle of the night |
| When there isn’t any light |
| «There are four corners to the world» She said |
| «And every one is manned with Fire and Ice» |
| Through black glass darkly I can see Her truth |
| Arrayed and raised and raising walls of war |
| She points to squares of wax and writes backwards |
| I veil my face from Her and from Her light |
| The pointless games she plays out for want of power |
| To slake our bloodlust and for sake of pain |
| Her ugly shapes breeding in Her secret mound |
| The Call of Aethyrs and the Dog Star crawl |
| There’s one cracked bottle with no label on |
| She nods and gestures limply with Her broken smile |
| «Do you fear Death» she says to me and shows me seven scars |
| The seven seals of Her seven years of Rose Cross madness |
| «Well christus tell us that little children suffer- |
| It’s only right that we should learn to suffer too» |
| The first seven are red as blood |
| The second seven not so red |
| The third seven like whitish smoke |
| And all the world seemed to be in darkness |
| And all the world seemed to be in brightness |
| There are four corners to the world I lie |
| In forms of fire have lurked across its floor |
| And little banners displaying their little creeds |
| Have made our season on earth as red as poppy fields |
| «There are four corners to the world» She sighs |
| «There are four corners to the world» She cries |
| «There are four corners to the world» She lies |
| «There are four corners to the world» She dies |