Current 93 - Night! d**h! Storm! Omega! lyrics

Meanwhile, back in the real world I compa** the weather And wonder if "I love you" Is the verb—the first and found The first sound that shone forth The ⲗⲟⲅⲟⲥ, the first formed flesh The finger pointing to the pit/the beast The thumb staining the gown Claiming the throat in the crowd Sunny are the fireflies The night stuck so close around them Their beams bold in the blackness Clumping the dark before them Throw little lightnings On the shellboxes And the peep sheen show Lures the baby to its d**h Boys into centuries That is how they made them Saddle black helicopters Place Royalty in their tiny windows The dodo, the doom All that breed and bold The cheque leads the master Above the marvellous call of Christ the Comet Fireball above you And under your feet Is the heart that will pull you downwards Clownwards into the unemptied crate That hisses and chatters Above the crates of bliss and ciphers Are empty The place, the noon Is empty The an*lysis queues and arrows soar Fly, fly, fly the eagles Back to the joker and the furniture veneer I waited in the snow For the flowers to unsleep And petals to become landscape And the laughing boat to sail To send over the towers of the village But you better meanwhile Always, BABYLON Was breathing and bubbling flame And fires flying in the scarmarshes Of the stars: BaalStorm Put yourself in my place Put your face in my mask The hated taskmaster In the troubled heart That burrows deepest into the slit I stole The oven boils The laundry soiled Mundane ma**acre in NH 7 die in the street or the Church Or under the canopy of the clifs Red the soil And lamblike the clouds Clambering over the Semitic cedars Of beautiful Lebanon The lily is snatched Into the ravine But the hook, the hand The honurs and your calves sped by In the twilight of BaalStorm Sing Omega Sing Omega Do not let Omega sing you Open the door To left and right Hell But in the ascent To the bloodflood That lambs down The woundway Wonderful On the way down the highway To the heights The stones slept by sulphur But mainly wax was the moon Sunshone on the salt The columns of praise Down we tripped The loaded tranceway Salaam! Salaam! The thistles cover up the hooves of the storm Crayon and chalk streaks in my hand I stripped my mind and soul away And hastened the face Of the imperfect storm Her craters dreaming of the perfect dark Herded sawn The split of the atom The infinite leak Leaches syllables like snow From the central crown The dirt ascendant The prickly fires Of the Last Night Twist The crease of the eyes Boiling in the face Who stares from the trenches The mask of stars The plants which joust Struggle for the exit train I saw the dragonflies alight In their splitsecond glory My mind was on the line On which the nightsoil drifted How dear was metal How precious the milk How murderous the corn The barley, the wheat "Your flaxen hair", the cliché sang "As golden crop on the Rhine" But watch for storms, inclement weather Freaks of nature The ruby cow Ashen in a threeday temple Watch for the wood of blood The witches dancing tightly The light fantastic Sing oh Sing Ⲱ Don't let the world download you quite As quaint as the song sounds Sing away the rust on the throat In the Marian blue boat I glance at the pots, the shards Search for ostraca in the heiratic stain Poor memes of breastplates And lances and armour The master archer grows arrows in the grove Before your pagan fall The olive groves held gods Dreams leaked onto tongues And shed lots In the cool olive evening Before Sodom and Salt Set the world on fire The breeze picked up