Four Whores of the EndTimes

Roy Hickling wrote a song with the phrase, “a quartet of horse”. I misheard the pronunciation of the animal. Lengthen the vowel, soften the sibilant. That’s my dark, twisted, apocalyptic mind at work. The phrase hung like a bat in a cave until I went armed with a coffee into the loft of a local cafe (I’m looking at you, Bohemia). I emerged an hour and a half later, read what I had written, and thought, “Which demented little room of hell did my mind just come out of?”

Refrain:

Four whores of the end times hungry as sharks 
Penelope, Ecstasy, Nightmare and Dark
They lie with you , lie to you Tie you in knots
No one, nothing will save No one, nothing will save

Penelope’s innocent, charming and wise
Fools and philosophers fall in her eyes
she takes you with guile
she baits you with truth
She grins as you gaze into fantasy’s booth

Ecstasy’s horny as Sunday in hell
Wet with desire for your soul’s brittle shell
With your brains in her sex She’ll blow out your mind
Unchained , unseemly, unhinged and unkind.

Refrain

With Nightmare it’s weeping and gnashing of teeth
You’ll wish you were dreaming ‘way back in Westmeath
When she’s finished with you Not much left on the plate
except bits of bitterness, terror and hate.

How will you pay when the bill comes due,
When they stand at the door you just came through?
What will you say to their outstretched hands :I’m all out of flesh - you don’t understand!”?

When Dark finally enters you can’t see her smile
You can feel her small heat, it may last for a while
And when her while’s done She will let you fall
into nothing, nothing, nothing at all

Four whores of the endtimes hungry as sharks
Penelope, Ecstasy, Nightmare and Dark
They lie with you, lie to you Tie you in knots
No one, nothing will save [Repeat 3X ]

© 2016 words and music by Edward Moll(SOCAN)