Between Skylla And Charibdis - Kiss the Anus of a Black Cat

The crown or cross inspires belief

A condesuous sun glows

On a cloud of night

The beckoning moves

My father spoke to me of rivers

Of which he never tired

Hand in hand with silver lace

They feel so cold

It feels so cold

The curtains close

Lumps in throats

The puppetry

Was wizardry

The beckoning moves

And so the winter reigns without cease

Oh, so the sun with its thick black rays reached me

Here

Take heed

Take heed

Take heed

Little children believe

In nebulous dreams

Roused by absurd and cosmic streams

And so the rivers abound

The rivers abound

The rivers abound

Doubt the rain but the rain will come

Oh, i’ve seen your storm