Monks of Doom

The Brönte Pin Lyrics

The Bastards Never Show Themselves

Every night I watch the sky
For silver flashes of unknown light
Vessels that won’t pass us by
Filled with gods and demons that don’t deny
But the bastards never show themselves
And in the morning I hear the bell
Of the churchhouse where I sit and dwell
And think we are alone
I know we’re on our own
In fact we are alone

I crawled upon the whorehouse roof
In my quest for the absolute
And did what I set out to do
Sat down and howled about the moon
And pined and moaned like any dog
And pined and moaned for my loss
And picked about for my bone
Picked about for my bone
Picked about for my bone

I laughed with sickness on my breath
My leper’s pose, my most adept
To scare my friends not yet disposed
To know I’d rather be alone
And know the rush I always feel
When I can make the strongest kneel
And look inside their fading souls
And know they’re on their own
And know they’re on their own
In fact he’s on his own

Up From The Cane

Up from the canebrake
I saw him rise
A look of purpose gleaming
In bloodshot eyes
Up from the cane
Up from his lair
From the reeds that he shared
With the wolves, ticks and bears

Well he wore Cuban heels
And he carried a coin
Down in a leather pouch
Tucked down in his loin
He walked it under ladders
On a moonlit night
A rabbit’s foot in his pocket
He stayed well out of sight

Here is your famine, boy
Here is your war
Now you can payoff
Your generals and your whores
You can crush your detractors
With a beneficent smile
With the luck that I bring you
That I give you tonight
That I give you tonight

Up from the cane
Up from the canebrake

John The Gun (Sandy Denny/Warlock Music)

My shadow follows me
Wherever I should chance to go,
John the Gun did say.
wIf you should chance to meet me
As I wander to and fro,
Sad would be your day.

My life is mine and the light did shine
Till the guns they did go through me,
So now I shall never fall.
Ideals of peace are gold which fools have found
Upon the plains of war.
I shall destroy them all.

Put away your guns of steel,
Death comes too soon for all.
Your Master He may need you soon,
And you must heed His call.

I am the master of the games
That you will hardly ever play,
So I will teach your sons.
And if they should die
Before the evening of their span of days,
Why, then they will die young.

Put away your guns of steel,
Death comes too soon for all.
Your Master He may need you soon,
And you must heed His call.

Condemn me not,
For always will I play the game of war,
In moonshine or in sun.
And if any cross the path I choose to tread,
Their chances they are poor.
My name is John the Gun.

Put away your guns of steel,
Death comes too soon for all.
Your Master He may need you soon,
And you must heed His call.

The Last Leviathan (interpolating Rabbit’s Foot)

O you pinks
O you posies
Go down you blood red roses
Go down
Let us be the quandary
The quandary of the kings
We spoil all your bounty
With a brutal and certain means
O my sons you all are lost
Your bibles will not set you free
Pray for any soul
Who would ride with me
Pray for any soul
On these dank and fearsome seas

Here beneath still waters
Strangely calm
Swims the Last Leviathan
He’ll fight us hard
He’ll fight us long
We’ll catch him sure as the devil’s wrong
O you pinks and posies
Go down you blood red roses
Go down

She’s pacing up there on the bridge
She goes by the name of Betty
She’s always looking down at me
With contempt
And a little bit of pity
She’s got a thing for a man with two good legs
But she always was a little bit picky
She’s as cruel as she can be
But she’s always good luck
When she’s sailing here with me

You were born with the taste of blood in your mouth
You were born with the need
You were thrust from the womb in a feral form
Ready for the hunt, and ready to glean
You smelled blood
Blood on the wind
You rode with the dogs
You prayed to the queen
It’s your mark to hunt that beast, boy
We’re going to kill the last living thing

Osiris Rising

The slow runner
Is falling fast behind
The carnival lights
Are fading into the night
Pack up the caravan
Phoebe, hitch up the horses
While you can

The raven’s sitting up there
On the fence
Laughing at our folly
Once again
In the winter he grows fat
On the fallen
Who turned back
Long after they really had a chance

Osiris
He is rising from the reeds
His shadow casts
As far as you can see
We’re scattered by a wind
That shows no sign of ending
Until you have embraced it
As a friend