Wester Vespertine
Today was spent in languorDrifting through the foldAs midsummer vent its clamourIn cobbled streets a thousandfold
I bore cruelty from the sunThe jewellery that it hungAbout me, God it stungLike life's betrayal
Now shadows lengtheningHear the nightside singThe promise of delightful things to come
Wester VespertineWhen the sun is in declineReddened skies underlined in purpleExemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal
Bats carouse about the tree lineDaylight bows out, free and felineAnd dusk comes so sublimeSo wester Vespertine
Feel the rush of power this magickal hourThe heavens blaze, their flames devourThe smoke of ruins black againstA bled horizon, mystic, incensed
Nightfall is dressed in fantasy
Ethereal, the end of day enthrallsVoyeurs watching from the stallsIt enfolds the drear and drabLifts our hearts to sheer romanticPyromantic, necromantic heightsOf bright sensation
Feel the rush of power this magickal hourThe Heavens blaze, the angels cowerWisps of sulphur at my lipsThe abyss at kissed fingertips
Nightfall is blessed by majesty
This night will see indictmentFor my needs extolThe virtues of excitementThis soul reigns uncontrolled
Sweet scents, the vents of Mother EarthHave lent to my rebirthHer perfume is perverseAnd that's the way I like it
Bethlem is openingHer terrifying wingsThe promise of its frightful things to sperse
Hesperus will shineOut foremost as stars climbAnd dusk comes so sublimeSo wester Vespertine
Feel the rush of power this magickal hourThe moon invades the vestal bowerGas lamps flicker in devotionLike fireflies on an iron ocean
Nightfall is best left to telestic needs
CrepuscularThis theatre is spurredTo drive the painted nails homeAnd let man's blithe desires roamAbout the city lit to pleaseThe pretty bits this August eveRevive our sore and tortured souls
Revive my mortared soul
Toward the endToward the splendourLike Lot, the host gives up its ghostsHis gorgeous daughters now surrenderLammas glamourHammered in the dying lightLike a glowing hot sabre set to clangour on the anvilWe'll bang destiny to rights now
Wester VespertineThis is our time to tasteTo chase, to embrace, to lay to waste to the vineThe cup of fornication is a decadent red wine
Wester VespertineWhen the sun is in declineReddened skies underlined in purpleExemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal
Bats carouse about the tree lineDaylight bows out, free and felineAnd dusk comes so sublimeSo wester Vespertine