Billowing Asphodel Fields

I saw you leave at midnight With a dagger in your hand And the moon had softly faded Pretty sketches in the sand

I will not be complacent Yet I fear I can't but yield To the fates that hang in autumn On your billowing asphodel fields

You said to me, "Take everything But please don't take my pain. I need these sores and blisters Like this heaven tear-stained rain"

And technology and progess With all the gods that reign above Are just blasphemous excuses On the epitaph of love

And there is nothing left inside This humble shell of molten clay But the never-dying angst That on Priam's field lies slain

So good night, good night sweet Prince And good night Orion too When this sick mind desires bless We'll blessing beg of you