# says to Cave "Once things start to look grotesque I don't write them or sing them. I couldn't write them the way you do, I couldn't – making nightmares into living daylight...", but I've had "Rake at the Gates of Hell" going through my head for the last couple of weeks:

"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"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nu3t7dHN2CM