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Hallows Victim (Exhumed)

Saint Vitus

C.O.D.

1992

by candle light
And fire in their eyes
Couldrons bubble over-filled
Grinning Jack-O-Lanterns
On this night of nights
Leather bat wings
Slicing through

fingers
Tapping "Chopsticks" on their holsters it's
Your time or your money, perhaps
Your shirt, little lady fair slip
A hand inside your coat
You're a cert

And tears that fall pool at my chin
Daylight meets me in my waking
I wear its mask as I lay lies at your hands

And the pain grows like the tallest

minstrel hands alone
By other fingers played it yields not half the tone

Drink to her who long hath waked the poet's sigh
The girl who gave to song what

still - it's
The world that's shaking
Cutting off my fingers, one by one
There are no answers in this tempest
There is no closure in death

Fingers on harpstrings, hero-swords
The acts, the eyes of queens
By that, I kill you

the revolution comes
The man, the woman will no longer be at war with each other
Scorn one another

No jealousy or bickering, finger pointing
Hating in

Tell me, my dear, tell me once more
Tell me our love hasn't passed
But you look at me and one can't not see
The past has slipped between our fingers
How

to Stop!

I'm amazed by all the balls talking,
Enjoying tearing of the flesh,
How you dare to think you're better,
You should be made to eat your death,
cll

blessed by Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love
Make a wish, on a star, that you fit into her life like a hand fits into a glove
Call it fate, call it chance

the streets


War cannot contain the work it breeds
It paints red all the hands that it leads
One by one, they fade in a world of pain
I was not born to inherit

Orpheus, son of Apollo
With lyre in hand and heart so hollow
Descended to the underworld deep
In search of his love he could not keep
In search

while her eyes they softly glow
Left hand fingers leave her hair, she turns her page and says

I tried to call your name and the silence that answered

up
Four fingers down
Leave one up for the haters
They party little league
We party with the majors
Can't be stopped cause we got the flavor (Well

up
Four fingers down
Leave one up for the haters
They party little league
We party with the majors
Can't be stopped cause we got the flavor (well

From the third collection of poems "The Dreamer” (Russian: Мечтатель).

In English (interpretation by Lord Muck):
What's not right here is

of peaches
Movin' to the country,
Gonna eat a lot of peaches
Peaches come from a can,
They were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
If I had my little

I've drove by these thoughts before
It's not a different life, I've seen it all and more
I waved my hand out the door and felt my own fingers brush

you now
My sweet young girl
With the long flowing curls
Caressed by the fingers of satan
When you come around
Lay your wicked ways down
Darling, I will

Sending notes through the air
Being received everywhere
People go on without a care
Through the air

As I view dots of light go by
I see a fading

And so the Universe?
Some kind of unreal sphere. I visualize this canopy, floating in front of me...
Leaning out my hand. Come to me

Your circles

like they did it dirty
Heard mee, this that schemin under
Roll the leaf of marijuana, know I give it how they want it
This is how they want it, middle

that shelters the flock?

The afterimage of light rots; The beating heart, our second-hand breath dissolving in the sun

To be one orphan, just one in

Breathe in and feel the air

The world has gone quiet again
My lungs feel heavier by the day
As the despair of nothing
Becomes the new everything

I