What is all this love for,
if we have to go out in the dark?

What joy we had
In the locust summers
What fires we lit
In the locust years
Black hundreds
Black thousands

What joy we had
In the locust summers
What fires we lit
In the locust years
And black hundreds
Black thousands

Rivers that run
Run rippled with red
Ravaged and raped
With our raw raw roaring

What joy we had
In the locust summers
What fires we lit
In the locust years

For only the strong survive
All of the weak are trampled under
Only the strong survive
All of the weak are trampled under
Under

This is is only here
In this place
And with this parting
Pairs of flesh
Are flaking
Are falling
Are crying
Are crawling
Foreign words
Crawling rivers
Shingled beach
Moments ebbing
Monks arrayed with broken watches
Launched catarrh
Mama
In my room
You left me burning
Burning
Burning
Animals melting
Servants screaming
Crouched in corners
Coughing, crying
Ranting, scalding
Masks on walls
Chanting and scalding
Baby dying
And life force ebbing

What joy we had
In the locust summers
What fires we lit
In the locust years

Leaden tower of hysteria, bloody vase of rape

He calls the living
He calls the dead
He breaks the thunder
And then it seemed
As if the whole world was burning
For only the strong survive
And all of the weak are trampled under

What joy we had
In the locust summers
What fires we lit
In the locust years
And black hundreds
Black thousands
Rivers that run
Run rippled with red
Ravaged and raped
With our raw raw roaring
What screaming joy
In the locust years

The turning of the burning
The purity and pain
The screaming and the dreaming
The rapture and ascension
The Mystery of the Rosary
Third Secret of Fatima
And with Heaven’s split all open
For his comrades in solitude

Oh, whistle - I shall come to you

In this great work
He always answers
The Voice of the Silence
The Voice of the Master
I shall lock all my doors
And shatter the shutters
Burn out the lights
And turn on the gas

Only the strong survive
All of the weak are trampled under
Only the strong survive
All of the weak are trampled under
And under and over
And over and over again

What screaming joy
In the locust summers
What screaming pain
In the locust years
The turning of the burning
The burning and the turning
In the locust years

Lick my life away
Lick my life away

What joy we had
In the locust summers
What fires we lit
In the locust years