Screwtape Lewis Still Remains
Step into my nightRapture my soul
Leave me your name
I will say it again and again
Ravage my heart
Tear me apart
Speak in your tongues
Until I become unrecognizable
Make these clouds,
These clouds of sadness
Shine with gladness
Beneath the shroud the everknowing mystery
Still remains
Asleep in your arms
Blood flows as warm
Feeble's the flesh
My final request
Deliver me with certainty
Make these clouds,
These clouds of sadness
Shine with gladness
To wicked spirits are horrid shapes assigned,
But that aside it still remains
