Black abbey from Hardeath by SERROT

BLACK ABBEY

THROUGH HOLLOW DARK PATHS
LIKE FULL OF BEER
THE ABBEY'S SOON HERE
AFTER THE BATHS
*

THE VICAR TOLD US
MY SISTER OR ANY I
"DON'T TOUCH OR TRY,
THE WALLS OF RUST"

THE GHOSTS ARE COMING
LIKE SCHIZOPHRENIA
THE REAL DILEMMA
OF PHANTOM'S HUNTING
*

THIS ABBEY APPEARS
WHEN YOU'RE NOT REAL
DON'T EVEN KNEEL
BUT DREAM YOUR FEARS

LIKE SONS & DAUGHTERS
WHO FIND A TREASURE
DON'T PLAY NO LEISURE
WITH UNKNOWN OTHERS

* * *

IF WINTERTIME'S COLD
YOU HEAR ABBEY'S BREATH
YOU WISH YOU ARE DEAF
OR NOT SO BALD

MY HEAD'S LIKE PREGNANT
AND WAR'S SOON COMING
A NAKED GHOST WEARS A COCKRING
AS THE AIR GOES STAGNANT

TO LEAVE THE ALLEY WAY
AND DRIVE A WHEEL
AMONGST ROCKS AND DEAD WILL
AND STRANGEST AIRSPRAY

THIS FUNERAL PARTY
OF LIFETIME'S GHOSTS
LEADS TO A HOST
OF DREAMS OF FAMILY
*

AT THE OTHER EDGE
OF THE MYSTIC PATH
THE AWAKENING'S ROUGH
AND THOUGHTS LIKE SLEDGE

THEN WE RIDE DOGS
OF SNOWING RAGE
…
AND LEFT THE VISION

• Experimental
• ambient
• classical
• electronic
• psychedelic
• rock
• Saint Geniès