There once was this demon,
Who dreamt of leaving, someday from hell.
Then one day, he just slipped away.
Ripped and torn wings, were the cost.
Amazed at trees and pretty dark things,
He was happy, but lost—
Happy, but lost.
The clang of bells and a twisted voice yells,
Somewhere, from below.
Come home now and slaughter the sow,
Because, you can’t stay here.
If you run, well you’re nobody’s son
And they will bury you here—
You don’t want to die here.
He walked toward the sun, defiant to the one,
With scorch and cracked skin.
He ripped out his heart! What melancholy start,
To the cleansing of sin.
That little demon, never went out screaming,
Leaving his magic behind.
His beautiful darkness, remains entombed,
Until the spider web chimes—
Until the spider web chimes,
Until the spider web chimes,
Until the spider web chimes.
A killer re-release of a rare solo post-punk LP from 1988 by the frontman of Taste of Decay and Garden of Pleasures. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 17, 2022