Interpret:

Rotting Christ

Album:

Khronos

[Originally performed by Current 93 in 1994] 


The twisted wings and clouds unfold 
And the great page of He who feel 
Makes arkened shadows / over pointed spires 
Little children point and sign 
And little children run and dance 
Over the setting sun 
Oh over the setting sun 
Lucifer over London 


And under that the silent stars 
And under that the weeping sky 
And under her the laughung world 
Balance sits / in western parts / and piles spare Spares 
In his / gabled room 
Lucifer over London 


Great Anarch and Monarch of not 
The flight of Lucifer over London 
And my little grandson 
Wrinkled son forehead 
All tiny blue pain 
The mother Blood emerges 
Then the mother grief 
And the blue gates of Death 
Open armwide 
Open teethwide 
Lucifer over London 


All dead like the leaves 
Old time shiver 
Old dead calendar / past / blurred / sunsets / cinders flying 
In his heart / his heart / his fingers 
Punch holes in the sky 
All the little Christs I count 
Lucifer over London 


All the little Christs I call 
Laughing through the green green fields 
Some of these angels have the face of God 
Some of them the face of dogs 


By the tower of Moab 
See the sky's green angel form 
Lucifer lickers all around me 
His hooded eyes alight 
Look into him just a little longer 
See the true face of the... moon 
So he weels there / through the heavens 
His eyes as dotted brightlights 
Licked with lust 
A golden seabird 
Half dead with spray 
His banners / are / broken / flags in the wind 
Devouring life / he / breaks at walls 
Lucifer over London 


The glint of dead fruits glint 
And then the moon... 
And then the moon... 
And then the moon...