Night Time (Suspiria)

What fool amongst the blind asks for substance Significance, Deliverance of Avatars Their magistrates asleep with serpents? Deliverance of Avatars This is the stuff of wrapped-up-tight with serpents What is this that might seek to pierce your breast As you sit with prayer silent by your side? A sinister smile might play upon insipid lips Whilst sorry, splendid faiths beg leave to desert you Steal away, for a while This is your Night Time It sees you cradling its knife This is your Night Time It sees you drinking of its waters That you might fall beneath those waves Of, oh so, anxious sympathy It is that Night Time for which such anxious hearts Must surely breed To us these Jesus-Things are cruel And rarely saviours for those for whom salvation Is surely too far long overdue Despite your steady, fatal resolution Their heavens can hardly turn their ears to one Such as you This is your Night Time It sees you cradling its knife This is your Night Time It sees you drinking of its waters That you might fall beneath those waves Of, oh so, anxious sympathy It is that Night Time for which such anxious hearts Must surely breed While I might seek my vaults Of long-discarded pity My laughter - it can only last for hours Might I, with a listless argument and reason chance To deliver you, Like some late-come avenger? What is this that might seek to pierce your breast As you sit with prayer silent by your side? A sinister smile might play upon insipid lips Whilst sorry, splendid faiths beg leave to desert you Steal away, for a while This is your Night Time It sees you cradling its knife This is your Night Time It sees you drinking of its waters That you might fall beneath those waves Of, oh so, anxious sympathy It is that night Time for which such anxious hearts Must surely breed