Dave Vanian performing “Curtain Call”
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As the poet dies with unfinished song,
The groan of nightingale shall fill night all along
As his gift is tart - as honey of wild,
As words can't be spoken, and the silence - his bile
As I die - on arms of yours,
Do not rush to mourn me first
As how can I leave, return to dust,
Without satiating my eyes, without soul to be hushed
I shall come when stars are dark, when the moon is blind,
In the dark hour of hound, under your gaze entwined
I shall stand and say "come, oh come, heart of mine,
Allow me to see your dear face once again - in my mire.."
And sweeter than morning, brighter than day,
You shall come out, my friend, for greetings to say,
To take me on my long way
With silver to head, with aspen for my stay.
Happy World Goth Day 2022, everyone!
The Coming of the Lord + The Ecstasy - Fabián Cháirez