The Promise of Fever (live)

In the beginning, rimmed with wind and storm. A great black wrath of infinite math, spat snarling into form. And there was Heaven, lit up with precious stones. Each one could fall but for the rule, of faith and love and stronger thrones. And therein rose vast wonders, affections to be seen. Fathered from the plundered, reflections of a dream. Fogging into nightmare, for him whose place was set. With wayward stars that absent, marred. All creation with their theft! In the beginning, bewinged and ringed with dawn. This favoured avatar, enthralled. Swansongs from those that thronged this shore. With Gabriel and Michael, he shone with fierce intent. For loyalty, their joy to see, him spur the hymns to Heaven. For sculptured lips of seraphim, whom fate then cruelly rent. With sleight fingered strains of harmony, each note to grim portent! As grinning nimbus gathered over spires arabesque. For him that blazed with holy praise, that for a jealous God was meant. Shining feriluce, lustrous scourge of fallen spirits. Basked in glory, flew to lakes in sacred altitudes. Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze, with curling tongues that lapped the lead. As through thick mountain mist, he wandered cursed. Until at last, past grasping trees, he paused to draught forbidden streams, that whispered siren promises, to drown his thirst. These waters held secrets like raped russian dolls, wherein evil and good tore his soul for control. And drunk with the verse of desire's first words, the weight of the universe slunk in rehearsed. Horror in numbers too great to discern. The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm. And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom, espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons. Shining feriluce, reflected in jaded mirror. Climbing from the noose, of time in divine servitude. And thus a strange new melody of will and wanton fantasies. Whetted by the veiled, seen danced from his ashen lips. In red dawn scores, the silver scream of truth and her deleted scenes, was taken up as far, it seemed as God his words eclipsed. Those waters hid visions like butchers in war, perverting the course of life's blood evermore. In the beginning, skinned well with gibbous tones, of countenance and ignorance, in equal measures sewn. A marbled arc of angels, sworn to the morningstar. shared his pride and deep inside, felt chill shadows sweep their cards.