In Sickness from Ars Moriendi by Sons of Perdition

I love you in sickness
I love you in health
When the flesh of autumn fruit
Grows soft and black upon the shelf
As the blush of fair life
Falls from your alabaster cheeks
The whippoorwill sings
And takes to his wing
Stealing your power to speak

I love you in sickness
I love you when death’s
Corruption hangs heavy
On your sweet, shallow breath
I hold you in shadow
Kept safe from the sun
In the bed that we share
Incense perfumes the air
Our long days together are done

As our loved ones threw rice at our wedding
Let strangers throw handfuls of lime
We’ll share our plague pit with that party
Who witnessed our vows in springtime
Now those church bells solemnly chime

I love you in sickness
With my last gasp of breath
I’ll sing your precious name
As I surrender to Death
And when he parts the curtain
To that hallowed other side
Throw us both in that pit
Where the earth has been split
And we’ll slumber together inside

• Experimental
• apocalyptic folk
• avant-americana
• cosmic horror
• folk horror
• gothic country
• Glasgow