Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa

All is washed grey by the ceaseless drive of grave rain
Brocken spectres line the cemetaries of Swains Lane
I have come with promises worth keeping…
Trailing carrion like a Vulture

I bring the hate with which I’ve been infected
I drag my gaze from where its hate’s directed
To where the Frozen Earth keeps you in, sleeping
Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa

I slash my arms to try to mute their pulsing
But still, my wasted heart won’t stop convulsing
Nothing I try can mute the noise
“God, why have you named me to suffer this curse?”

Mea Culpa
Prayers said in vain
Are thrown aside
Replaced with pain
I let it in

Mea Culpa
Layers of guilt and shame
And wilted pride
Brand marks of Cain
Onto my skin

We are no one

I bleed until it goes into remission
But hate brings heaven’s law to my sadition
The Dead are restless underneath my feet
I draw their sympathy with my words

I screamed a scream of time gone by to free them
It cracks each brick of every mausoleum
And then… I’m not alone
The Dead sigh deep
I hear their pain and point it skywards

His crippled children push their hands through soil
All hungry ghosts outside their mortal coil
“Was there not worse we could have done?” we scream:
“Heaven, you shall sate our thirst…”

Mea Culpa
Where I am to blame
I’ll hang my hide
Beat myself lame
Weep myself dry

Mea Culpa
Failures laugh as they came
I should have lied
Kept myself tame
Let her fly

A legion of Scarecrows, hanged
The ravens have left the tower
To form a halo

Wrapped in a Sheet of white flags
A distant piano thunders
For Masoch victorious

Mea Culpa
Greyer
The memory drains
With passing time
Corrodes my aims
Lessens the crime

Mea Culpa
There
It comes in waves
Here. Now. It’s nigh
They’re at the gates
We’ll hang them high

“Honour this day. We are victorious. The gates belong to us. What are your orders?”