Dear Roger,
You are a mad genius. Thank you for these verses of violence and lust gone awry. Were it not for you, I’d have totally lost faith on the role of lyrics in music.
Yours in eternal admiration,
Theena
SONG TO COMUS
Bright the sunlight summer day Comus wakes he starts to play
Virgin fair smiles so sweet Comus’ heart begins to beat
Rise up Comus sing your song bewitch the maiden the day is long
Cast your spell sweet music crack her virtuous shell
Enchanted damsel curious ear Comus music dispel all fear
Dainty feet they skip so light Comus laughs soon comes the night
Through the forest dark and deep she follows Comus’ dancing feet
He moves away the mossy stone reveals the cave Comus’ home
Comus glare, Comus glare, Comus bare,
Comus rape, Comus break sweet young virgin’s virtue take
Naked flesh flowing hair her terror screams they cut the air
Comes the sunlight summer day Comus wakes he starts to play
He starts to play he starts to play he starts to play
Aah
Chastity chaser virile for the virgin’s virtue
Excite her exciter you better go before you bleed and he hurts you
He chased the chaste you better leave if you value your virtue
All right now
Hey aah hey aah hey aah hey aaah
Virgin fair smiles so sweet Comus’ heart begins to beat
Enchanted damsel curious ear Comus music dispel all fear
Through the forest dark she follow Comus’ dancing feet
He moves away the mossy stone reveals the cave Comus’ home
Misty air, Comus glare, Comus bare
All right now
Chastity chaser virile for the virgin’s virtue
Excite her exciter you better go before you bleed and he hurts you
He chased the chaste you better leave if you value your virtue
Hymen hunter, hands of steel, crack you open and your red flesh peel
Pain procurer, eyes of fire pierce your womb and push still higher
Comus rape, Comus break sweet young virgin’s virtue take
Naked flesh flowing hair her terror screams they cut the air
Comes the sunlight summer day Comus wakes he starts to play
He starts to play he starts to play he starts to play
THE BITE
The wolf’s laugh eerie cracks the humid night air
The rabbit freezes the box in his lair
The owl hoots shrilly searching the dark
The moon white fangs through the trees tall and stark
Who would emerge on a night like this
Who would loose his bonds and greet the air with a hiss
The battered Christian bows his head in despair
The crown of sharp thorns revealed ‘neath his hair
His scrawny body worn thin by the trial
Stands taut and painful on the pilgrim’s last mile
A million fleshy things converge upon the spot
His eyes retort the atmosphere is hot
Aah
The wolf sniffs ivory fanged he bristles up his spine
The fox smiles knowingly but dares not step out of line
Through the twisting crashing silence the broken Christian creeps
Each footstep like a thunderclap amongst the trunky deeps
No bird makes sound no creature moves to break the gripping air
And the Christian he raises his hands up to his mouth for a
Whisper he cannot dare
La-la-la-la-laa…
The Christian wakes trembling with sweat
The cell’s dark walls stony and wet
Metallic echoes as the bolts are drawn back
The door swings inward dull light through the crack
The jailer looks indifferent to him
A routine morning martyr’s death for him
A misty cold sad morning greets the Christian’s haggard grin
The rope is slung and the noose is tied and the Christian’s neck is thin
The block is raised he stands erect the rope beneath his chin
They pull the block and the Christian drops he hangs above the sin
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