Wounded Lands: Sleep Well All Ye Wicked

Sleep Well All Ye Wicked

Sleep well all ye wicked
Your labors are done
You have killed all the doves in the sky
And choked tight the beams that the flowers did drink
Leaving black matchstick stems on the dry riverbank
Goodnight
Goodnight
Goodnight o ever-endless night…
Goodnight

Sleep well all ye wicked
You have hunted your keep
And the prairie is barren and cold
Though an eye for an eye in the dark did seem fair
You have anchored tomorrow, taking more than your share
Their eyes
Their eyes
Goodnight o ever-endless eyes…
Goodnight

Sleep well all ye wicked
You have broken thy steed
She lays quiet in need by your sides
In your ruins of marble, red satin clad chambers
Where lustfully drunken, you harvest her strangers
Her dreams
Her dreams
Goodnight o ever-endless dreams
Goodnight

Sleep well all ye wicked
Your wars have been fought
Some claim victory though all have lost
Lay brother on brother, sweet sister and daughter
Baptized with a fire from strange smelling water

Sleep well all ye wicked
Tell me, why can’t you sleep?
Are your dreams not of things you desire?
When it’s all as you planed it, all has come as was known
All and all, we all fall down at your beds of stone
Goodnight
Goodnight
Goodnight o ever-endless night…
And eyes
And eyes
Goodnight o ever endless eyes…
And dreams
And dreams
Goodnight o ever endless dreams…
Goodnight

Sleep well all ye wicked
Oh please, why won’t you sleep?
Won’t you leave me my winter night stars?
There’s no promise of pearls
Leave the sand stained with blood
And grant me for a pillow the bones of my sweet poisoned love