Murder Ballads - 'Til We Have Faces Lyrics

My joy and I held candles before the frozen throne
She in her winged sandals, I in my boots of stone
She in her silken flora, I in my leather drear
She with the grace of Kora upon the road of tears
And did they see us shining through winter's dark decree
Those Gods of time and dying, whom reason doom to me

Came bright the Dove of April, good Summer in her wake
The Eaglet in her cradle, and Autumn's golden Snake
Who was it caught my dearest in snares of shallow will
To bind her frail and fearless upon their hallowed hill
Come now you crawling spider, dire wolf, and driving rain
My heart will sleep beside her secure as iron chains

I am stretched on your grave and will lie there forever
With your hand held in mine, I'd be sure we'd not sever
My apple tree, my brightness, 'tis time we were together
For I smell of the earth and am worn by the weather

I climb the hill at evening
The priests and the friars
To bury my delight
Behold me in dread
No sign of bone or cleaving
Because I still love you
No shadow of her flight
My dear, when you're dead
Behold the unmade chalice
And would still be your shelter
The wine that has no taste
From rain and from storm
The bare and phantom palace
But with you in the cold grave
She made of my embrace
I cannot sleep warm
And so these endless mazes, these winters without end
We roam till we have faces to feel the spring again