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Rebecca

by Scythe

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Another complete rework of an 18 year old song by Scythe, lyrics by Iván Kemenes.

lyrics

Tied to her ashen hair the crescent moon
lies spent in scrawny sleep,
for in the gloom all birds have flown
back from these meadows into the deep.

A glassball lies there to embrace:
the tome's in the corner, the crosier’s broken.
Don’t speak of laughter, don’t speak of bliss,
mirror-faced maid. A beckoning’s spoken.

I will tell you all of my secrets,
I’ll rip out and give you my wings.
All waters are deadly, but this one’s the deepest,
a puddle to drown impotent kings.

Rebecca leaving, Rebecca sweet,
maidenlike bird, harbinger of light.
A world that’s apart from bone, blood and meat,
an angel of ignorance, seductress in white.

Rebecca sighs, Rebecca smiles.
Oboli are my eyes and I offer them
to Cerberos, that darker side.
Maybe I’ll fade, but I don’t need this strength.

I will whisper all of my sins
into your ear, my Love, and mayhaps
thy virginhood like the mercy of kings
shall turn my crow into a dove.

Rebecca ...

A knot in your coalblack hair, the waning moon
is searching for scattered sheep,
for in the dark the dogs start to bark
missing your scent and finding no sleep.

The glassball is lying, the glassball, it hurts.
The glassball distorts your face.
Touching it is pain, watching it burns:
a glorious fall from grace.

Rebecca mistress, hearken to me,
I am damned, yet you are my remedy.

The sparrows are carrying souls today,
but she sits in Midnight, a strange hour indeed.
Pours forth her song in a selenite way...
Rebecca - for her I will bleed.

Bathed in joy, where I had been battleworn,
footprints like snowdrops I chase.
Rebecca rises, the Lady of the Unicorn,
dead fingers caress my face.

The stars lie shattered, but I no longer mind,
from fear of the mist my flock did disperse.
Waving farewell to my vacant kind,
I glance the blossoming of a new universe
in her eye...

credits

released April 12, 2020
Gregory Bossanyi: bass, keys, vocals, drum-programming, artwork

Erik Vandor: guitars, mixing, mastering

Iván Kemenes: lyrics

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