The Stories
One - The Thrash of Naked Limbs
Two - Le Cerf Malade
Three - Gather Me Up Forever
Four - I Am The Bloody Earth
Five - Transcending (Into the Exquisite)
Six - The Crown of Sympathy (Remix)
Tracks 1,2 & 3 from "The Thrash of Naked
Limbs" e.p. Vile 37T.
Tracks 4,5 & 6 from "I Am The Bloody
Earth" e.p. Vile 44T.
The Thrash Of Naked Limbs
Beauty is fragile, and time eats at it
This passion play
Smothered in effort, The thrash of naked limbs
Glistening skin
Close your eyes, the whispered sighs
Frightening lust
Sweet was her breath, tasted by mine
Words are more effective when concealed
Through the halflight on her body
My fearful hands tremble their way
Take me, anywhere that you like
Hold me, deep within. Do what you like
Take me, anywhere. Warm the night
Take me, take me, take me
With the lights low, and you naked on the warm floor
Me beside you, softly kissing, caressing
Make love to her while she's crying
I could die now, and die happy
Le Cerf Malade
Il en coute A qui vous reclame
Medecins du corps et de l'ame
O temps! O moeurs! J'ai beau crier
Tout le monde se fait payer
Gather Me Up Forever
The pain never stops
The race ignore me
I sit here twisted, and it hurts me.
The Son is near
His way made for him
Among the hopes
Ten thousand suffering
Oh how my heart aches
The brilliant stories cascade about me
To be handsome again
Thou art all deformed, and I feel your pain
What I touch with my hand, I touch with my heart.
The affection of stillness
Kiss the hand that blesses me
And as the panting ceased
My blood runs now fierce
This when I was young, before I knew nothing
Now I'm the hunted, for the guilt that stains my hands.
I Am The Bloody Earth
Lay down with beasts, and welter in my gore
Fill your cups of Christ. I am the bloody earth
Bright, riding in heaven. The player in rags
White Bat is death? Feed it to pigs
Rise to be a king, shining with power
Down silent avenues, I live on
Life You owe yours to me
Wear Me around your neck
Kneel And cry for me
Son Father please help me
Safe delivery of a handsome child
Merry and sweet looking
My endeavours to rise seem useless