Of Petrichor Weaves Black Noise - Ne Obliviscaris

Swan of pale

Of porcelain white

Her halo, a bloody sun

Framing a Botticelli face

Of petrichor weaves black noise

Where her frame disfigures

Pale of the swan, painted, dying

Wilting in red ribbons

Lashing black sails, a tattered mane

Her mouth, a death’s head smile

Tongueless choirs and baited breath

Ever watching… The angels beheaded

Bleeding this heart, come clarity

Resonance

Of petrichor weaves black noise

Light draped, ephemeral

Her stain glass horizon

The houseglass shattered

Glacial starfell memories

Caligari haunting

Within this cabinet of change

Upon flutter eye wings

In efflorescence, the shadows' sarabande

And silence was her name, the silence so loud

Time, cleanse these severed hands of time

Rain, rain again

Wash away this pain

On moonkissed flesh

New kingdom come of earthen vast

Libera me

Rain, rain, earthen

Shine, shine

New kingdom, shine

Shine on

Dreamer, I

Dream on, dream

Dream, follow me afar

Weep, come, kingdom come

(Oh) hope

Libera me

Libera me

Libera me

Libera me

Libera me