Mistress of Macabre

Blood moons glowing like a fevered old stallion Barn winds stirred, somewhere in that bottom land There goes a man, hammering on a cedar wood coffin One name echoes past mournin' hair Laid in them cold, wet southern temple beams One name in fog that tolls to secrecy Mistress of macabre is you Ancient veil of critter's yarn in early autumn's air She danced through the fog a-waggin On sacrosanct derangement of some moribund old air Gold masquerade a-dangling from the lifeless mask that swang From flameless eyes appearing, ever clear was she One name echoes past mournin' hair Laid in them cold, wet southern temple beams One name in fog that tolls to secrecy Mistress of macabre is you Moon's gone too, dying on a cemetery knoll With fire-bleached fingers on that water saphin' spool And soft power questions all the requiem knew Houndin' out the son of man's mouth, phantom breathed hymn Peace be still, boometh in all due accord Falling where the night's dead dews One name echoes past mournin' hair Laid in them cold, wet southern temple beams One name in fog that tolls to secrecy Mistress of macabre is you Moon's gone too, dying on a cemetery knoll With fire-bleached fingers on that water saphin' spool And soft power questions all the requiem new Houndin' out the son of man's mouth, phantom breathed hymn Peace be still, boometh in all due accord Falling where the night's dead dews One name echoes past mournin' hair Laid in them cold, wet southern temple beams One name in fog that tolls to secrecy Mistress of macabre is you