Current 93 - I Looked To The Southside Of The Door lyrics

Adam stands on docetic mountain The woman's face is full of stars In the words of the book And with the lips of the book And the trumpet and the seal And the candlestick that lights Up your bed with seeds and flowers And the lion on your rug That's roaring like a lamb On the rack and on its back I call the martyrs on wheels To this piss-poor mess And the blood spreading like flies Under the table and the gable Breathing curtains of eyes That shift uneasily And sniff like foxes at count With feathers following the mind That stitches quilts And pours cats into comets Oh microwave oh galaxy k** All the night and its names On docetic drawn mountain My dragon arises Scaling plastic Christs With no back and no face He has stolen space And has solemn to spare And kisses mountains Covered with useless snow For Paise and for Thekla Under low volcanoes Fearful wails to fall Under his brothers And Bloodface k**s again And smothers the wheels Drawing in the dirt There is Ashkai Under psychic attack since eight I saw the bells by the jar I saw the teeth in the jaw And saw the pale drains Mind sinking empty wine Useless in the heathen Eden How great was the jungle Dogs clutch heads and Catch and call fall bulls Murmuring like lovely streams That pulse and hurtle My clock shot shut