Credit: Peter Hammill
Date: 2009
Type: Studio
Length: 6:32
some call me satan
others call me god
some call me Nemo
I am unborn
some speak of me in onagrams
some grieve upon my wrath
the one’s who gives me service
I grant my scom
my words are
too late, never, impossible and gone
my home is in the sunset
and the dawn
my name is locked in silence
sometimes it whispered out of spite
all gates are locked
all doors are barred and bolted
there is no place for flight
will you not come to me
and love me for one more night
some see me shining
others see me dull
gun-metal and cut diamond
I am all
some swear they see me weeping
in the poppy-fields of france
in the tumbling of the dice
I see them fall
some laugh and see me laughing
down the corridors of power
some see my sign on Caesar
and his pall
my face is robed in darkness
sometimes you glimpse me in the shade
all friends have gone
all calls are weak and wasted
there is no more to say
will you not crawl to me
and love me for one more night
some wish me empty
others will me full
some grave of me infinity
I am none
some look of me in symbols
some trace my line in stars
some count my ways in numbers
I am no one
some chronicle my movements
my colours and my clothes
some trace the work in progress
it is done
my soul is cast in crystal
yet unrevealed beneath the knife
all wells are dry
all bread is masked in fungus
and now disease is rife
will you not run from this
and love me for one more life
