Current 93 - Baalstorm! Baalstorm! lyrics

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Current 93 - Baalstorm! Baalstorm! lyrics

Meanwhile the flowers Choke under stars' ash My mother the train The sound of the dead "BaalStorm! BaalStorm!" And Sarah Deep Tree Hears the cuckoo sing She alone perfect Just her and me shaking And Jeanne d'Arc— parfaite Was inside her Saw the flames in her mane Heard her name— "the most important dream" Bowered with figs and dates and The flowers on fire The French flamme "Beauties for the Beast Is full of grace—don't you think? I'd love to talk to you about everything" And then "Then I remember our days in Roma Remember all our words" So what were your dreams Whilst you sat in your womb? Uncreated children saw BaalStorm Your voice over clouds Crackling blue Murders The Moon full of fire And you when I left I thought of you in the arc And ⲁⲣⲭⲟⲛ And preyed over Hills s**led Rome's breasts Well—to speak Coptic Red To the Beautiful Hosts in the deserts But left nothing to space? The yard is full And piled up There is no room Here at your inn And your voice was high Full of longing And I was in UrNight crease And singing machines would creak Slowly the bird is lost Singsongbird at the scene Of the final spool Ohh the sea ohh the night tight As tight as the noose Set loose galaxies in BaalStorm The stars filled with milk Crush the faces of peace And the lovely church full of form With loss ⲁΪⲥⲱⲧⲻⲙ ⲁΪⲙⲉⲉⲩⲉ ⲁΪⲣⲁϣⲉ ⲁΪⲙⲥⲧⲉⲩⲉ But the face The murdered burden ⲉⲧⲡⲱ Metallic face and metallic taste The head below horns Face peeks Barbie pink The rains on the heads The masks on the dead And they breed teeth And the years draw by They're too soon expected I am at the sea The sea is perfect The tiny underpa** I see brothers and sisters fornicating The children curse And future flames lick Around the dimpled toes Their pits as big as their mother's mouth And their father's face And fear is not yet Just the plastic swan And her perfect throat Down her neck The seeds slip by And through the trees Minor murder perhaps Whilst the world remains exquisite And perfectly unused The hedges collapse The herd is smiling And in the streets The constellations slaughter crabs So set at Æon Set at Æon Rearise as the clocks sink by Click sick time to The honeys**le rose It goes as it rose The bark sailed by The flower fields You were faint As the honeys**le rose At the arch wall There was void And I dreamed to teach The world to sing Struggled at night Sick with dreams Of storms and vowels Poured mud into old friends Faces faces To me at the wall In night Or easier earlier I saw Columns of red Mesh floods over me Called for the next gash The smash of history pulls me Back to some up Swung into Bykers Haunt "I love you More than you storm me" And so I see Amphetamine easy Lost in the crouch And mouth of you Who know your names Sweet in the gut Of the fumes of engines Have I never left grace? Moving slowly Moving slowly