when the mist of the morning falls 

a silence calls from the faith 

baying at the window of my wondering 

everything is faded, growing near to the ground 

hiding in a corner of the doorway 

the light is the fear of the shadow 



near the leaves where the locust leaps 

the spider's under the streets 

in her catacomb museum 

her lovers' mausoleum 

with the kiss of the killing doors 

the darkness creeps down the stairs of my vision and I feel the walls inside 

I feel someone inside me now 



everything is faded, growing near to the ground 

hiding in a corner of the doorway 

shadow of the world 

a field of locust swarming down again 

a field of locust swarming down 



now the jackals of the nightmare 

lay at the feet of the lunatics 

hands through the dark are crawling over me 

shadow of the world 

a field of locust swarming down again 

a field of locust swarming down 

a field of locust swarming down again 

a field of locust swarming down