ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Rake at the gates of Hell


I’ll be with them asleep and dreaming
I’ll be there when they wake with screaming
At the hour of death then I will nurse them
To have a moment more to curse them

Watch the maggots crawl out of them
Hear the angels call above them
Watch them as the cold air sucks them
Down to hell, goodnight, God love them

If any should escape above me
Beg and cheat until they trust me
Drag them down to be damned with me
Laugh at them as they forgive me

Mother’s eyes are sparkling diamonds
Still the moon shows no light
This rose is withered, may God deliver
The rake at the gates of hell tonight

I wish that they could walk forever
On the earth, alone, unfettered
’til they pray for consolation
’til they beg for sweet damnation

Then I’ll come and bring them water
Bring them hope, bring them laughter
Raise their spirits so sad and sunken
Slash them up as they lie there drunken

Push them down into the foul mud
’til they choke up on their own blood
Drag them out before their last breath
To take away the mercy of death

Mother’s eyes are sparkling diamonds
Still the moon shows no light
This rose is withered, may God deliver
The rake at the gates of hell tonight

Mother’s eyes are sparkling diamonds
Still the moon shows no light
This rose is withered, may God deliver
The rake at the Gates of Hell tonight

Mother’s eyes are sparkling diamonds
Still the moon shows no light
This rose is withered, may God deliver
The rake at the gates of hell tonight