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Hand in hand we climb together, my father and I,
Up to the statue’of St. Michael to worship and honour sweet
There we bend an’ kneel, our knees pressed into’the damp soil
Homage to our lord, the Angel of the heavens
We press our hands against his hand, blessings passed betwixt
Two fingers pressed’against two fingers, we blessd’him as’our own
A soft kiss we pressed’against his head, a kiss to shake th’heavens
St. Michael softly smiled an’glance then’down’upon’us
Finger upon finger we exchange a silent blessing, my Angel and I
To the statue’of St. Michael we blessed each’others heart
There we bend together, our foreheads pressed’upon skin to stone
Homage to the lord, the creator of the Angels
We press our faces then together, to kiss in holy sacredness
Two lips joined’together two kisses as we joined in holy matrimony
A soft lust that pressed’between us, lust to stir envy in th’heavens
St. Michael softly smiled an’into tender’arms did’take’me’now
Wing upon wing we enveloped into love, my angel and my spirit
To the statue’of St. Michael, did my heart’then soar to’it
There we wrap our wings together, embraced in stone and skin
Homage to his lord, the sacred of the Angels
We press our wings around each’other, to rise to heaven’s gates
Two spirits wrapped’around each’other, absolve’together as’we rise
A soft joy that joined each’other, joy to create song in th’heavens
St. Michael softly smiled an’cast to’th’earth upon’me’down
Tear upon tear we bitterly did struggle, my angel and my devil
To the statue’of St. Michael, did my fists seek then’to break
There we broke th’other torn betwixt us skin and stone
Homage to my Lord, the betrayer of the Angels
We beat our first upon th’other, to tear our hearts asunder
Two demons set upon th’other as we struggled to our defeats
A soft love that to th’other despair, a love to break th’heavens
St. Michael softly smiled an’tore to’shreds th’soul’of’my’own
St. Michael stands there now, no longer shrouded in’a smile
A stone feather broke from’off his wing, now lies’upon’th’ soil
I stoop to pick it up now, to worship as a relic dear to’me
His halo stained in blood, now fallen down upon’his wings
His blessing outstretched now, crumbled from the’winds vengance
His broken form scattered, now from the lightenings strike
We fell from heaven, him and me, now we lie here shattered
Broken skin, and broken bone, and all awash in blood
And the sisters and the father, look down with sorrowful faces
Yet they do not understand, that I was blessed as he was blessed
And darkness born from light proves true
For the devil is a comedian, and only th’lord is truly dark
And the Angels sing in holy sacredness, and bless our fall as true
For our dark faith we rejoiced, and joined the lord to drink in blood
Rise’did’I intheir’arms an’embrace’in’love as’I’did tear them’then
