The Meads of Asphodel - Lamenting Weaver Of Horror lyrics

1 Witch. Thrice the gasping Jew hath bawled. 2 Witch. Thrice and once, the gypsy wailed 3 Witch. Ss guard cries: - ‘tis time! ‘tis time! 1 Witch. Round about the caldron go; Dribble, dribble, blood and spittle, Human meat and to gore nibble Glowing embers and f*ggot hiss Bloated belly and boiling piss, Curdled vomit, a blind man’s cane. Eye of sinti, Slavic bane, Tail of rat, and teeth of Jew A piece of skin with ink tattoo A mouth agape and quivering tongue The sting of d**h, the victim stung Dribble, dribble, blood and spittle, Human meat and to gore nibble Into this pot we stir a stew Of d**h, of hate, of d**h for you. [d**h speaks to a wandering boy in the realms of the recently murdered] Boy “is anybody there, can anybody help me?” d**h “I am d**h.” Boy “Where am I?” d**h “You are here.” Boy “Where is here?” d**h “Here is now, here is darkness.” Boy “Please sir, what have I done?” d**h “You were f**ing born.” Boy “I want my mother? Where is she?” d**h “She is f**ing dead”… Boy “I don’t understand?” d**h “It is not for you to understand, just to die and be forgotten.” Boy “I want to go home.” d**h “You are home, you are f**ing dead, everybody you know is f**ing dead.” Boy “No.” d**h, I take this hollow chimney and whittle a flute from the oak riven ash, and cinders of men, women and children Here is my song of d**h I lay in a dreary open grave, chewing on a dandelion root and the blood from the sod above drips into my mouth, and the taste was of children dead, Forever d**h bound we fall lost in murder, a murdering haze wrapped in wailing dread of sackcloth and ash upon a twilight dawn