Les Litanies De Satan
(by Emile Verhaeren)
Death has tasted blood
in the cabaret of three coffins
Death put down on the counter,
a black crown
and then went on her way
Death went on her way
very slowly
to look for the last rites
They saw coming back the priest
and the choir boys
too late
to the house
whose windows were closed
Death has tasted blood
She was Drunk with it
Deeper Than Beauty
I walked the hill touched by wind autumn leaves dancing round my feet
I stroke your hear and blew away the dust your pale and fading stare
where are you now? I don't really care you broke a lover's vow
I found the tree our scratches in the rind
I tried to read mossy names unsigned tiny letters hastily written down finally
blue turns grey - margins fray but memories stay images do remain
sentences stay the same plans get disarranged symbols changed
I hope you've lost all the shots I hope you've torn them apart
I hope you've burned all the words I wrote down - in believe<
I stroke your hear and blew away the dust your pale and fading stare
where are you now? I don't really care you broke a lover's vow
I found the tree our scratches in the rind
I tried to read mossy names unsigned tiny letters hastily written down finally
blue turns grey - margins fray but memories stay images do remain
sentences stay the same plans get disarranged symbols changed
I hope you've lost all the shots I hope you've torn them apart
I hope you've burned all the words I wrote down - in believe<