Crescent

Artists : Ballydowse : Crescent

Fertile Crescent of fire and dirt traded for knowledge, what was it worth?
Yesterday's desires are stronger today. We eat our fill but hungry we stay.
Like the hips of a snake emptied I am of reasons to dance on, my lover's like sand
that slip through my fingers without a trace that something sacred slept in this place.

Steep the last steps from nature to man.
The altar, the fiddle, and a little girl's dance.
She moves through the hills and sings to the night
of Eden and serpents and dizzying heights.
Each morning she wakens and knows she won't end
A new creature rises against one that descends.

We're on our own again, my friend, the vanguard's been derailed.
They'll lay me next to you, my friend, as they follow in our trail.
Too late we see that the broken heart is the seed of the broken state.
Remember me in paradise, tell them I couldn't wait.

Four rivers flow past the beaks and the jaws:
Anarchy, Judgment, Mercy, and Law.
New cities rise upon history's dust. Cultures revolve between wonder and lust.
Guillotine blades release peasents and slaves. Peasents turn princes and chain them again.
The rivers flow on, they join and they grow,
mixing life and death into all that we know.

A future's on its way, my friend, where hate will be like gills
Gills that cannot breathe, my friend, in the sharp air of the hills.
We saw so clear the rights of all, the path was a mistake
The vanguard is forgiveness, the light for which we ache.