Testo Sister

Blood sweeping mirrors

A stag comes through the night

Once we return

for something we lost down there
Sister, we'll turn to nothing

You drip with languid ash

Our heartbeats go

in dust to dust to dream

The slopes of our memory tremble

where we are killed

The toil of your broken eyes

are opening
And the hour begins

Night was no longer as we knew her

The ailing hour became the way

Sister, sister

We drown in living silver

Immutable like deaths

Remembering

the tracks we found down there

It's singular, like suffering

It's all I'll ever gain

Returning now

to take us there again

We run back

into the clouds

in its white

I see you pray

Blood sweeping mirrors

A stag comes through the night

Once we return

for something we lost down there