Infernal Shades

I heard my name in the caw of the crow That's on your shoulder Shoulder I saw the hand of your master Underneath your eye Heaven, heaven I see dust in their bed I see dust in their bed I felt the years and the yearning in the face It's getting older Older Death to the pierced and the pious, The wretched in the sky Heaven, heaven I see dust in their bed I see dust in their bed Oh, there the wind was born Now I see the vane turn You put your fist-eyes in Just to watch yourself burn The mirror fades Infernal shades I felt the brush of its tail like the whisper Of a boulder Boulder And that shoeless inquisitor He whimpered like a fly Heaven, heaven I taste dust on their bread I taste dust on their bread Oh, there the wind was born Now I see the vane turn You put your fist-eyes in Just to watch yourself burn The mirror fades Infernal shades