It won’t be long when morning comes we’ll pattern our adamantine waste A stranger waits along this road to take me home There is something when you draw near I destroy all things I hold dear Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand on an ailing shore, where it strands In every language I’ve confessed Its haunted name Where death opens her thighs Our paramour of broken tides You saw us die I’ve gathered myself There is something when you draw near I destroy all things I hold dear Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand on an ailing shore, where it strands For a vestige of closure in the pool of an eye that gained sight in a darkness that was long before night I come to say my name, I said I know he wants it where he goes I know it takes my lot to live I know it takes this world to die In mirrors digged up from the earth I see myself lambent upon my childhood fields in wounds There is something when you draw near I destroy all things I hold dear Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand on an ailing shore, where it strands