Current 93 - Those Flowers Grew lyrics

Those flowers grew tauta grapho humin Hina, and Babylon blethesetai Babylon kai never found but In your heart the ghost of Gary Glitter In black dragon dance Blethesetai blethesetai There was no Hanging Garden Nor sable nor nail And Saul became Paul Before the ascent on his fall From Adam to Eden And from Eve at the Beast From Cain at the apocryphal pomegranate feast From the moving fingers That wrote for the šarrum And the crash of the image And the d**h of the lineage From Shadrach and Mishach At knee in the flame With their friend in the end In purpureal stain From the tip of my tongue To the drought in your heart From the ships in the sky And the pyramid eye From the cobbler at rest And the night in her nest And the firemen at play Whilst her moon eats the day From the singing fingers And the hooves of the stars From the heavenly writing That is written in dusk From the archer and the scorpion And the stars behind them From the goodnights and sleeptights At the end of the knife From the "thank Christ" And "praise God" When we're naked as bone From the ghost on the telephone Screaming for home From the quick in their bed And the beds of the dead From the ÉN šiptu In the clay And the utter Judgement Day For the plagues and the rage And the noose of the news Through the barrage of mirage That barcodes through rays As a thief in a blink With the Lamb as the link As the question and answer The prophetic Cross dancer The gift and the rift The present and desert The field of bled woods The farmer in Akeldama The leukos the logos The alpha the pi The burster of graves The looser of slaves The fear in the night When Nyx mounts the light The spring in your step And the bend of your neck To the sword with no peace Nor cozy release To the camel the cub The JayBird above The warrior The quarreler The quarrier Angry as clouds Drowned by the rain Lashed my flower high And said "thank you night" Make the clay as wet as your wedge The Greek dark mouth Copper or bronze dusk More like I am approaching the Traingod and I shout at you "Pentagram hexagram Under your telegram" With your Hammurabi eyes And your Serapis smiles Your spirits of the air Ran through me I vanished which celluloid gift Told me that Or hit me with Spermes The winged seed Or the flurries of your treat Bend your eyes into her She was the pinnacle mysterial The finger at the tip of your heart The mist of milk I recalled your eyes entered Into the ChristAll mountains Often tasted your breath Heard the angelic breaths Parter And praying I would descend or ascend Into the whole I went to hear messengers clash Or Spell time out In constellar pieces Touched your dark close Cloud to my closed lips And waited for St. Mary to announce Bells forever at a quarter to ten