Death In June - Luther's Army Lyrics
Like Luther's armyAnd Abel's brotherI woke to findOnly to smotherAnd angel fat atSatan's feastWhere falsehood, childhoodAnd loneliness ceasedDelicate like griefI am rapist, well-healedDouble the echo of silenceLike a dusty dead roseContaminate with neglectEvery little heartShould end up brokenAnd shrouded by fogLike Luther's armyAnd Abel's brotherI woke to findOnly to smotherAn angel fatAt Satan's feastWhere falsehood, childhoodAnd loneliness ceasedAsleep inThe stumble of autumnThe pain was calvaryOur living onEmpty!The dead of it -The dread of it!Like Luther's armyAnd Abel's brotherI woke to findOnly to smotherAnd angel fat atSatan's feastWhere falsehood, childhoodAnd loneliness ceased