Bài hát IV. The Scented Garden- Thank God for the Suffering Báo Lỗi

Thank God For The Suffering




I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May

'Neath whose rays we lay together

And those bright nights on glassy waves

When we would glide lightly away

From the grain

For wicked flights of pleasure


Those visions fade

Like ghosts to life's parade

Though incisions once made her so vivid

A scarlet whore

With both heels in the door

Of a heaven severed from me, insipid


And midst the writhe of parapets

Where angels sigh, lonely she sits

Upon the lip

Only a slip from whence I beg Her


That I would wish

Her kiss a chrysalis

To break to make my fluttered heart amiss

And in those frozen moments won

From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun

in drapes inwove with deathshead wing

I thank God for the suffering


Love would have conquered all

But for the Rapture

That ancient plan for my defeat

Denied Faith skies that would have set Her free

It seems again dreams wend to capture


Once dancing in a spotlit waltz

Through shadowed dimension

Given to the rivers that bedizened Her eyes

The world drifted by in lost momentum


With no divine intervention


Regardless that the author

Of sin was me and I

Lay chaste of hate in Faith's embrace

As Mortals warred with more besides


They warred with life itself


And in those frozen moments won

From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun

In drapes inwove with deathshead wing

I thank God for the suffering


And I thank God for the suffering

As still I burn

For Her return

I would make my peace with everything


I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May

Consigned to flames like secret letters

And midst the writhe of parapets

Where angels sigh, lonely she sits

Upon the lip

Only a slip from whence I beg her


That I would wish

Her kiss a chrysalis

To break to make my fluttered heart amiss

And in those frozen moments won

From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun

In drapes inwove with deathshead wing

I thank God for the suffering


Love would have conquered all

Were we not parted

Her splintered loss rekindles rage

The winter frost dwindles across my stage

Lit up once more to score finales started


Love would have conquered all

Love would have conquered...

Hate