I am Raven, Crow, Black I am undying, not-life I am hunger Ravenous Gorging I am Crusher I am Tearer I am flames Burning Rage I am wages of sin Just repayment Mother of Grief I am hell I seek refuge from me I am Hell
My babies is sweet sweeter than cinnamon buns dripping with cream cheese My babies sweet like chocolate cake and warm apple pie straight from the oven My babies sweet too bad sweeter than a tray of momma's candy yams sweeter than grandma's cherry pie My babies sweet like brown sugar, piled in heaps
I am the answer to your call: Low whispers, moaning in the depths of night’s black belly!
Though you beg like the suckling babe, I will cure you, lunatic! I will count you among the multitude, dragged back to the shores of sanity. Though your soft flesh is burned in fire, and scorched by crimson coals. Though you scream out at the bite of my lash.
I will cure you, lunatic!
I will sear this cancerous growth from the meat of your heart! I will draw forth this poisonous fluid from the...
Late is the hour of your coming, O Physician of the Fever-Struck! Here we lay, ailing, Love-Pricked; Our weary souls pining for thy physic O wasting flesh! O sunken eyes! O laboured breath! Hear our wretched cough, rasping air dragged through tortured limbs! Woe to the head, thrashed by a thousand brass heeled shoes!
Late is the hour of your coming, O Physician of the Fever-Struck! Here we lay, ailing, Love-Pricked; Our weary souls pining for thy physic