and so, at the pale air of the Cathedral, over the balcony & surrounded by blood & gold, the wailing soul waits patiently for the day that cruelly indifferent charioteer brings his lover back, who's ever-sweet kisses makes even the red tar of rage feel like white marble. Some nights, as if remembering the mob that stormed the atrium all those years ago, a faint chant is joined by the other deceased muses of hope & desperation.
A young nobleman meets with his lover at the abandoned cathedral, only to find that some's killed him and left a message written in blood. In a fit of rage, he kills the jealous murderer and throws their body out on the street. Cradling his lover's corpse, he drinks poison to join him in the afterlife. Some say you can still hear their song within the empty cathedral. For even death could not unite them, so they sing together for all eternity.
O! To be the wandering soul of a gay man, forced to marry a straight woman. To wonder what happened to his one true lover, after he'd been sent off to war. To remember not of his own end, only that he was not alone when he received the tender kiss of death, a kiss that felt so much like that of his love's.
This makes me feel like I’m laying on one of the pews at the back of an empty cathedral, with this echoing around me, it’s raining outside and I’m daydreaming about who I want to be.
there is an old abandoned church about an hour away from me and I plan on driving there with a friend and bringing my ukulele and playing a bunch of songs in there, I think this video has encouraged me to play this one
POV: You and your lover are singing a duet as a final act of defiance in the ruins of the church you both destroyed because the officials did not allow you to be married.
you are all alone at the centre of the Cathedral,feeling empty,sad,like giving up.You get down to your knees praying for him to come back.Whispers fall out of your mouth,tears streaming down your face.A deafening sound comes from behind you.You turn around quickly and freeze when you see your enemy,full of blood,scratches and bruises all over his face and body.Nevertherless, his crooked smile is still there.As it was when he fell off the cliff trying to save you even if he wasnt supposed too.You get up and just look at him with a grateful look.He approaches you,still having that sadistic,arrogant smile engraved on his face...When he finally reaches you,when you are just inces apart,he grabs your chin and raises your head so that you can look him in the eyes...These brown,beautifull,enchanting eyes that you hated and adored."Oh love,i dont think prayers suit a girl like you.We both know how many you have killed,nothing saves you darling,not even god" you look at him furious.He was alive the whole time and he didnt let you know.He left you there,with grief and guild tormenting you,turturing you,every single day! "I wasnt praying for me h/n.It would be a waste of time.And my time is precious." you said with a repulsive tone in your voice and his smile slowly dropped. "Then?!" you heard jealously at his voice.Oh,and you hear it so cleary it brought you joy. "I was praying...for you.". He was silent for minutes.You were waiting for a response that,after a while,came.But not as you expected.He passed his hands around your waist and pulled you even closer to him.Your bodies collided just like your lips.Your kiss was so passionate but at the same time sweet.So right but so wrong.So perfect but so imperfect.So resuscitative but so destructive...He stoppeed kissing you and walked away just a little.He looked you in the eyes but the bad old himself reappeared as he smiled crookedly. "You wont get rid of me that easily y/n..I am not leaving.I will win,i will win you.Just wait babe...just be patient."He turned his back on you and walked away to the huge wooden door of the Cathedral.Unable to speak,you just stared at him whie the only sound that could be heard were your deep breaths and his footsteps that sounded throughout the whole parlour.Just before closing the door,he turned to look at you.He laughed devilishly and looked at you with a scandalous look."Watch what you pray love.It might become true.And it did as you can see.Too bad for you.Have a goodnight.Do not dream of me."Those were his last words before he closed the door,creating a deafening sound again.You stood there,motionless,speechless.Then it came to me. "You son of a bitch!!!" i grunted as i realized that the ring we were both looking for wasnt in my pocket.I pulled out my gun and headed furiously towards the door.I opened it and went out. "Fuck you h/n!" you shouted angrily and shot in he sky...
she ran and ran and ran and her feet were soaked in blood and dew but still she ran until glass bled into stone and church spires haloed by the rising sun beckoned her in. darting past the yawning doorway, she let her footprints clear a wet path onto the worn stairs etched into the walls. she heaved herself past the last few steps and faced a locked wooden door. digging into a dampened satchel on her hip, she retrieved a dusty key and slid it into the lock. with a few practised twists, she was in. and finally, after all this running, she laid her eyes upon her- a girl in a long white dress kneeling on the bed- eyes closed, eyes tipped towards the mattress, palms facing up. stopping for the first time in hours to just let herself drink in the view, she fell to her knees. the unpolished floor sent jagged spikes of pain up her legs, and yet she gazed, like a string was knotted into her pupils and the girl in the bed was yanking it. and then the girl looked up. for a brief, heartbreaking moment, the sunlight pouring from the ragged window blazed her a golden halo as their eyes connected, as if the string pulled taut. then she stood, and the moment shattered as she yanked her from the floor and pulled her up into a gasping kiss. her bleeding feet, her roughed-up legs, her scarring arms, none of it compared to the ache tugging at her heart as their lips met again- and again and again and again. it was like a hook had pierced through her skin and into her ribcage and fished out her soul. soft fingers smoothed over her hollow cheeks as they broke apart and large intense eyes bore into her own. she knew those eyes better than her own. she could name the emotions sparking and fizzing in them easier than she could recall her own name- sorrow, bitterness, hope, confusion, love- and she wound her own hands into the soft lace of the dress's swooping collar and drank in the sight and the sound and the taste- tousled hair, warm pinking cheeks, sweet swollen lips, ragged breaths against her skin. she drank it all in like she was a fish deprived of water returning to the sea, like she needed it to survive. the two of them stood there in the doorway, swaying gently in encircled arms by the room with the sunrise streaking their faces, forehead to forehead, committing every detail, however minute to memory. for they would not be able to do so much longer. the wedding was in the evening, and the groom was waiting downstairs.
this is so eerily beautiful, i love it. imo a very cool cinematic alternative would be if during the bridge, as he draws out those "amen"s, if the music slowly came in so the chorus bursts forth at end. could make for a pretty epic movie scene
Something upon the air made me poetic A tad nostalgic For days far gone And memories of times to come yet never to come to fruition The sky, A backdrop of anxiety as the thunder rumbles One that many see as a foreboding warning The palette of grays and blues Blurred together upon the sky Laid upon the mountains of green, Turned a muddy gold as the sun sets slowly The cold steel stung as the blade drew across my palm such a simple action one with dire consequences yet a fool, a cretin in the high steeples of the church offered a simple solution to sing such a fool an idiot per say
My lover's got humor She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshiped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She's the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week "We were born sick", you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom" The only Heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well
If I'm a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice Drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That's a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work
one of my encounters in my dnd campign is a bard who sings hymns for a cult, gonna make this the music you hear just before the encounter when the party is running through the abandoned cathedral
My lover's got humor She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshiped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She's the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week "We were born sick", you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom" The only Heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well A-, Amen, Amen, Amen Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life If I'm a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice Drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That's a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then I am human Only then I am clean Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
