The Deadfly Ensemble - Black Capped Chaplains lyrics

Father Kelly argues capably; he quantifies the flames of hell. But I'm a young man not immune to winter's fingers and perfume. Cider, wood smoke, blanketed lanes, black-capped chaplains chatter in the treetops; laughing in the boughs they preach a way of mischief this December day. Sullen orchards frosted, glowering, horses shod with soot and lost but glowing embers, old November chimneys breathing blackened breath. Shiny noses, reddened cheeks, bu*tered rum and laden mantelpieces act like creases in a well-worn tavern yuletide grin. Dusk induces shops of cinnamon, clockwork mice and gaily-colored cloth to burst with heady flights of boisterous, bounding, bloodstained light. Snowflakes shine like retinal haloes! Church bells all but mute, yet I tiptoe, slipping past the headstones into the woods where a pretty girl promised me that she would! Gifts and forfeits, coy and ribbon-bound, given, coaxed, unwrapped, surrendered. Hearts are leaking, spirits set on wreaking chaos-love duets. Suppertime, eggnog, pipes alight! A song in the lungs of mortal merriment! These are days unbent with cheer! The animated d**htime of the year!