Hades pluton

I dreamt that i was lying on the bottom of
the dark and never-ending sea
on a bed that my dead lover was preparing
with his own skeleton for me
("...bring us a goat and we'll show you the way
straight through the realm of the fallen and slain ...")
I sensed the wretched spectres of the drowned
staring across from some distant shore
and in my sadness i drew closer
to condole and somewhat to implore
I am like the doubtful kiss of a corpse
or maybe the kiss of an ancient stone
yes, it's like kissing some marble statue
that has neither warmth nor life of its own...
("...down, further down, where the gloom becomes sound,
on the cell where your love might be found ...")
Cover the mirrors, fragile has died
leaving but a starless ruin behind
shatter the mirrors, so that he can never be called
back from the blessed silence of his sacred vault
No, no, no... put an end to the show
i'm going back to the land where the bone-flowers grow
to "the wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime
out of space and out of time"
See the shape, but can't see through
no-one can ever hate me as well as i do
know when to throw a laugh, know how to force a smile
whatever the intention... i'm such a "friendly" lie
("...bring us only this goat and we'll lead you to him
it shall open the gates, so we can sneak you in...")
"bring us a goat and we'll show you the way
straight through the realm of the fallen and slain
down, further down, where the gloom becomes sound
on to the cell, where your love might be found
bring us only this goat and we'll lead you to him
it will open the gates, so we can sneak you in
oh, it's cold and so dark here, and you must keep in mind
no-one can get you out, if you overstep time..."