Kneading With Honey Lyrics - Singles - Enchantment

O never a breath to hold me 

Silent is the unstrung harps (in play) 

The laying of wedding sheets down 

Envy the masters of my passions 

Shape me, 

I am as wet as a widow's eye 

A youth before my sight 

Lays naked through this earth 

So with nature's gentle bosoms forgot 

Our age like winters bare 

Sisters, brothers of heavenly touch 

Flatter to passing fairs 

Gather their scarlet ornaments 

As passions likewise lent me 

Put a curse upon our bones 

And indeed beneath the shoulders 

Crossing the running rivers 

The oak tree stands withered these years 

I am naked here to suckle from nature 

And shade from males obscenity 

I dance the sickles hour 

O how like glorys calm me 

Its kindness, reads my eyes 

Hence these years 

Yet us then rejoice hereafter 

Notorious brides of scorn 

Decorate them with awe 

Bekiss the discord breed 

And tend to its virginity 

Feed the invert with decay 

For its humour shines kindly