The Blue Gates Of Death

Before and beyond the blue gates of death
 Oh only two birds they soar through the sky
 Take two blackbirds crossformed in poppy fields
 And sprung in the springtime in Europe's fertile years
 When the rain was immaculate not scarred and twisted
 And where in the heart that beats in man
 And where in the soul that beats in this heart
 Are the pastures of the little shining man?
 He has reached the blue gates of death
 He is at the blue gates of death
 Of death... the blue gates of death
 She tells me she loves me but he always beckons
 Through the forests of green, though the night slides in
 His glass in hand
 Slumps over the table and Birch she sits there scowling
 Another eagle darkens the stage
 And over the fissures the moss is everywhere
 And the ships blackblue and darkening statues point to the sky
 Birth
 Earth
 And dawn
 The blue gates of death
 We have reached the blue gates of death
 We are at the blue gates of death
 And her eyes horizontal
 Like her heart, like her secret
 There is no pain for me to feel
 "Do not touch this pain of mine"
 She says "it is all darkened fear"
 And London Bridge has fallen down
 My mother drinks Victoria gin
 Eating gingerbread men
 Two ciphers straddle the stage
 Reclaim, declaim and decant
 Their moves are pointless
 Their promises echo through the cinema
 They have reached the blue gates of death
 They are at the blue gates of death
 They shall go through the blue gates of death
 And his name is carved in stone
 But the time has soaked it away
 Where the rain runs to the sea
 It takes the moisture from this world
 Where riverruns to the sea
 It drags ships to the courses
 Where the blue is to green
 And the waves lap at the night
 All have reached the blue gates of death
 It has come to it's end at the blue gates
 At the blue gates of the threshold
 Of threshold of blue gates
 And love is the law is written in notebooks
 The desert ships and the sand
 The desert blossom grows
 And blows in the wind he wails
 And sand is all everything
 He waits in the corner watching
 He waits in the quarter
 Behind the roses fields and pastures
 Where madness is the norm
 And laughing is the wine
 Full garlands hang on the head of porcupine god
 Training tresses and vines
 Ripping and raving
 World without end
 And purple is the colour
 Scarlet is the dress
 Round about his blues