The Flower of The Horsemen

O, sweet Jasmine
Do not wither and die
Bide your time, nigh
The day will gain
Pouring acrid rain
Then in a bright tomb
Is when you will bloom
And flower for us
You shall become most delicious
You shall reek of pestilence
Dress in confidence
Paint your body in deception

O, sweet
Honeyed nectar
Pouring from your five sectors
I feel the chill from the east
Whipping against my beast
Death came to take me at peak
Melt, we do, sizzle and shriek
From our gnawing jaws
We strike out with deadly poisonous claws

O, come unto us war
Wrap us in your cloak
Feel it, breathe it in, let it soak
Devotion, that is the darkest flower
Claim it with fangs, blood, and power

O, genteel lover
Come near,
Hail this spear
Drenched in crimson delusions of righteousness
Come in to me, temptress
Strengthen, pillage, rage
Delicate courtesan, you have me trapped in your cage

I become rigid
I want

You turn me to your famine
I starve

And unto your flower I leap