Death in June - This Omen-Filled Season Lyrics

To black framed witness

From black framed guilt

A misery of springtime

And a weekend of absolute

I remember

The wilds around me

Whispered "brutality"

The strangest apology of

All



The dragon-faced accolade

Of vigour and hope

With shame and delight

I accept it!

This omen-filled season

Not sudden or rushed

No fear of volunteer

I reject it!



I remember

The wilds around me

Whispered "brutality"

The strangest apology of

All



Evening then

And evening now

The smell of seasoned

Summer brings

Memories of illusions passed

And autumn of funerals

Enough to last