Uniform of a Killer - Årabrot

'tis angel you are, you keep falling

Stalled at the horse

Crimson bled all over, the blood form a landscape

Thrice saluted you are

Thieving kermes dripping to the sticky mud

Hermes the pilferer dog the loot

Beard to his knees, the hands of a loiterer

The uniform of a killer

Maldoror, you who see ghosts

Do not love too long

Remember under every drunken dancer

Lies a dead man in his grave

The godhead on a celestial pedestal

Poking its finger at a vast and uniform mockery

Dying under a blazing star

The draught from below are your lovers breathing their dying breath

It’s a propensity hard to confront

An abyss which cannot be filled

A yearning which cannot be assauged

'tis an angel you are

Maldoror, you wear your heart painted on your chest

And under your very feet

Lies a dead man in his grave