Sicangu
Chuck French, David Eugene Edwards
Heliopolis
Necropolis
Open your petals to the night
In the stream unconscious
In white ash and cypress
Dawn’s suit of light
Which star in fire horn
Lead out
Onto the valley floor
By no voice save yours
Roaring in
Dead tongues speak no more
Upon the sleeping prophet’s bed
Rest the flaming sword
Infernal and forged
O golden one
Thou slay me with it
From shining mountain come
Lord saith unto my lord
No voice save yours
Hevel
Mere breath
Mere death
Hevel
You know my rising
Know my lying down
Bеhold I do a new thing
Who will see it
The satisfied еye
Satisfied eye
Under the sun
Of the shining mountain
Of the burning thigh