Novus ordo seclorum - Agathodaimon

Cry with my tears

Cry with my pain

Still in the cold

Neverending rain

With one of your kisses

My words you’d freeze

From one of your kisses

My bleeding would cease

Shed all my tears

The flood devours all

The earth, us, rushing…

A shy, whispered call

Death becomes angels

Who won’t turn away

Defying all my yearing

And my body of clay

Cry with my crying

You end up like (a) mole

Death loves the angels

Retired into my soul

As I’m drained and welken

My last wish I sigh

Let me be, darling

Tears in your eye.