On the mourning of my life
I come awake
I see everything has changed
Through the light of crystal eyes
I make a cave
until I am rearranged
The watchers all are watching,
their vacant eyes
turn my naked skin to clay
I see them through the mist,
a warning that I
must somehow hide away
There are thirteen candles
a tiny pool of tears
Are they the death chords
of the dark guitar
They’re playing death chords
on the dark guitar
Who is the faceless woman,
Oh with her danse,
she makes my poor heart afraid
as she moves across my garden,
through the ashes
of fires I have made
If beauty is her mystery
and the faces,
broken windows from my past
may come mocking what I am,
what I have been
and the lady makes her danse
There are thirteen flashes
into tiny pools of fear
Are they the death chords
of the dark guitar
They’re playing death chords
on the dark guitar
I see the fingers moving
and thunder
marks the rhythm of my name
as I dig a hole for hiding,
pull my head down
I curse the mourning rain
Thus I built a pyre
until the lightning
made the players’ silhouette
As their bones struck the sinew,
the lady danced
into a falling pirouette
There are thirteen voices
in the flames of the choir
Are they the death chords
of the dark guitar
They’re playing death chords
on the dark guitar
In the waking of my life,
I come to mourn
I see everything’s the same
The beast is in the garden
and he charges
until the walls fall down again
When I hear a child laughing,
is it the gods
playing music they have made
the ashes and the golden
left by the boy
where the dancing lady laid
There are thirteen lakes of fire,
piles of rainbows burned to ashes
Are they the death chords
of the dark guitar
They’re playing death chords
on the dark guitar
His fingers are bleeding,
fire consumes his mourning
His bloody sword is singing
death dirges forming
Through the blood and fire,
smiling on his faces
Flying high and higher,
through jet streams, Gods, and traces
And to the Earth again,
stone heart caged and bound
Bleeding for the when,
the instant of the sound
She is dancing in his praying,
they go falling far and far
his bleeding fingers playing
death chords on the dark guitar
They’re playing death chords
on the dark guitar
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