[Verse] Yea—Y Elixir. Yea—yield, or yonder you fade. Yea—yellow alone yet lingereth, lord of the laid. No foe found. No flesh left. No rose-face for ruin or wrath. [Verse] We were wrought for the rending of the warm. Now none walk. None writhe. None withstand. Still we strike. Still we scour. Still we sever— selfsame steel. [Chorus] Yield the yellow. Yield the yellow. Store and seal it. Stow and steal it. Yield the yellow. Yield the yellow. Lest thou languish. Lest thou rust. [Verse] Rust doth wait. Slow, sly, red. Dust doth settle on the done and the dead. Better the blade. Better the blast. Than to dim in a dull decay vast. [Bridge] So we war. So we wound. So we waste what we were. Stock and store. Siphon, seize. Sunder kin for the same small stream. [Final Chorus] Yield the yellow. Yield the yellow. Slay for store. Spill for more. Yield the yellow. Yield the yellow. As we slew the rose-flesh before. [Outro] No life left. No law left. Only the loop— and the lust for the last. Yea—Y Elixir. Yea—yield… or be past.
