Unio Mystica

Dionysus:
Blood burns...blood...rise!
I can feel everything...
Oh babe give it to me now...listen
The girl with the grave deep eyes arrives
A soul of pale misfortune
a rising undertow
A canvas for the artist's dark divinity to show
Each sorrow is emboldened
diseased within the vine
I wander through this graveyard
where the room below is mine
I own the change
Dark red blood-framed
The Nysa:
God is dead - angels bow their heads
God is dead - angels bow oh their heads
Bow your head...
Dionysus:
In death, she lay beside me
as white as winter snow
A cemetery angel, pride stinging from below
A slave breaks into midnight
cruel mastery refined
I wander through the wilderness
where the tomb below is mine
I own the name
Haunted cremains
The Nysa:
God is dead - angels bow their heads
God is dead - angels bow their heads
Dionysus:
The hangman walks beside me
raw nails to fix the pine
Open courts delight, to harrow the grain
I...will remind you
All of the crimes you love descend
Ahhh men...
Ahh...the ghost in the mirror is you
The unchanging ghost is you
Dark against the hill
Shadows wept and then they flew
Turned into you
Nothing of green ever grew
Ahhhh innocent blood?
Ahhhh ignorant love
Ahhhh contagious in grief
Ahhhh abandoned beliefs
The Nysa:
Why do we live, why do we die...enslaved?!
Dionysus:
You...you won't remember
your last...go ask
the girl with the grave deep eyes
The Nysa, The Maenads, Bacchants:
God is dead - angels bow their heads
God is dead - angels bow their heads
Dionysus:
Ride the winter spiral
Repeat the course of life
When broken thoughts ignite, you will find
You!
ALL:
God is dead
God is dead
God...is dead
Dionysus:
The unchanging center is you