A prick of rose's thorn across the break, across the morn And I walk blindfolded into the wake, into the storm And please avert your eyes, the dust it falls, the dust it lies And in the fire's claw incinerate, they burned them all And in the bird's eye view the fires bled, the fires grew And we walk blindfolded feeling no trace of all we knew And please avert your eyes from earthly cracks, earthly cries And in the final throw, incinerate beauty we know And she was a haven for me and she was a haven for thee And she, a holy vessel breathes and you sit and watch her bleed And you torched a hole in the sky and you watched your earnings fly And you sit there as she lies in blood right before our eyes And in the wake fires burn, fires take And at the wake ashes fall, ashes forsake And at the wake we will fall, we will ache And at the wake we'll recall beauty's face