And The Kiss Of God's Mouth Lyrics

I saw a tattered cloak, drawn about the face
A gesture of farewell, to the kiss of god's mouth

Kiss the image in a stranger's casket
What has become of the splendour?
Twelve strokes have fallen
And the faintly heard breath
That argued my beauty

A ruined soul bewailing
Where the angels allow their wings bewilted
To droop, to bow the bosom of a friend

Kiss me tenderly, savage god
My lips are dumb to speak a thousand inane words
And how sweet a toil
All is dark, all is blackened
All, but an upturned face