Uniform of a Killer

'tis an angel you are, you keep falling Stalled at the horse Crimson bled all over, the blood form a landscape Thrice saluted you are Thieving kermes dripping to the sticky mud, Hermes the pilferer dog the loot Beard to his knees, the hands of a loiterer The uniform of a killer Maldoror, you who see ghosts Do not love too long Remember under every drunken dancer Lies a dead man in his grave The godhead on a celestial pedestal Poking its finger at a vast and universal mockery, dying under a blazing star The draught from below are your lovers breathing their dying breath It's a propensity hard to confront An abyss which cannot be filled A yearning which cannot be assauged 'tis an angel you are Maldoror, you wear your heart painted on your chest And under your very feet Lies a dead man in his grave --- Uniform of a Killer - Årabrot