Kneading With Honey şarkı sözleri

O never a breath to hold me Silent is the unstrung harps (in play) The laying of wedding sheets down Envy the masters of my passions Shape me, I am as wet as a widow's eye A youth before my sight Lays naked through this earth So with nature's gentle bosoms forgot Our age like winters bare Sisters, brothers of heavenly touch Flatter to passing fairs Gather their scarlet ornaments As passions likewise lent me Put a curse upon our bones And indeed beneath the shoulders Crossing the running rivers The oak tree stands withered these years I am naked here to suckle from nature And shade from males obscenity I dance the sickles hour O how like glorys calm me Its kindness, reads my eyes Hence these years Yet us then rejoice hereafter Notorious brides of scorn Decorate them with awe Bekiss the discord breed And tend to its virginity Feed the invert with decay For its humour shines kindly