Unborn Stillborn - Marc Almond, Foetus

In the pulsing of the womb

Waits the unborn prince of evil:

Eyes ablaze with the light of unchained anguish seething

Waits and bides timeless time to rip open vibrant stillborn

Crying, help me to tear free like the wolf

In the night bays hungry

Slides is tongue across grim and greening teeth

He moves in the night

With shadows

Smiles as friend

Touch a lover too

He takes him the child to kiss him

There’s a curtain coming down over memory

And silent, the stage glares empty;

And the blood tide, on the bitter shore

Sweeps over the mind till morning

I will never love again

I will never ever

Love again