In the singing, shattered midnight
By the coral sands of time
Through the
bloody gates of heaven
Past the
sentries in my mind
Bring about
the change so quickly
Bring about the terror's
night
Bring about the
blood of lovers
Bring about the
smell of fright
I see you watching where I walk
Through the
moonlit jasmine field
Listen closely as I talk
About
the stars and their
overs past
Past fields of
poppies, burning bright
Into towers of
Blackened Bone
Follow me,
Bastard of
Caine
Come with me, I have no home
As I drain your life's blood sweetly
As
you sigh into my warm hands
As I suck your
madness neatly
Streaming down like
crimson bands
I dance
the dance of fools
And pray you find me
mad
For if you lay hand upon the
root
You'll know me without
illusion
And find me
guilty of the truth
-- Malkav, The Book of Nod