Batwings (A Limnal Hymn) - Coil

(The key to joy is disobedience

There is no guilt

And there is no shame)

A moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup

A snow-piece to avoid the great heat of the sun

Is kept in the night and by the light of the moon

An ice-piece so as they seem forever fallen

A night-piece of the dismal supper and strange entertainment

A rare chance-piece, a handsome piece of deformity

The skin of a snake bred out of the spinal marrow of a man

With stones and illegible inscriptions found about great ruins

Pictures of three remarkable steeples, or towers

Built purposely awry, so as they seem eternally tipping and falling

A transcendent perfume made of the richest odorates

Kept in a box of translucent scale

A glass of spirits made of ethereal salt, hermetically sealed up

Kept continually in quicksilver, of so volatile a nature

That it will scarcely endure the light

And therefore only shown in winter

Or by the light of a carbuncle, or a firefly

And batwings

And batwings

And batwings sing this limnal hymn

A wideness opening and closing to keep the darkness sealed within

To keep the darkness sealed within

To keep the darkness sealed within

And batwings

And batwings

And batwings sing this limnal hymn

A wideness opening and closing to keep the darkness sealed within

To keep the darkness sealed within

To keep the darkness sealed within

To keep the darkness sealed within

A moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup