A Paradelle.

The captured souls toss, in an unreal pain
The captured souls toss, in an unreal pain
as angels weep behind a willow tree
as angels weep behind a willow tree,
behind a willow tree souls toss angels,
in an unreal pain, as the captured weep.

Black waters rise to the rhythm of shadows
Black waters rise to the rhythm of shadows
and stones cry out as they turn to dust
and stones cry out as they turn to dust,
waters cry and rise as black shadows
turn out the rhythm to stones.

Veils tear and temples fall like drunken brigadiers
Veils tear and temples fall like drunken brigadiers
while children long to knock upon the devil's door
while children long to knock upon the devil's door,
the brigadier's door veils devil's children while
drunken temples fall, tear and like upon a long knock.

Waters fall upon temples like a willow soul veils
an angels cry while children weep. Brigadiers,
drunken with dust, tear the shadows of rhythm in black
as captured pain stones the devil's souls.
Knock out a door as they turn unreal
and long to toss the tree behind.