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Night! Death! Storm! Omega!
Lyricist:David Tibet
Meanwhile, back in the real world I compass the weather And wonder if I love you Is the verb, the first and found
The first sound that shone forth The, 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 shell boxes And the peep sheen show
Lures the baby to its death 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 marvelous call of Christ the ''Comet fireball'' above you And under your feet Is the heart that will pull you downwards
Clown wards into the unemptied crate That hisses and chatters Above the crates of bliss and ciphers Are empty
The place, the noon is empty The analysis 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 scar marshes Of the stars ''Baal Storm'' 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 massacre in NH 7 die in the street or the Church Or under the canopy of the cliffs
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 honors and your calves sped by
In the twilight of ''Baal Storm'' Sing omega, sing omega Do not let omega sing you Open the door to left and right Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Hell but in the ascent To the ''Blood flood'' That lambs down The wound way
Wonderful On the way down the highway To the heights The stones slept by sulphur
But mainly wax was the moon Sun shone on the salt The columns of praise Down we tripped
The loaded trance way ''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 split second glory
My mind was on the line On which the night soil 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 three day temple Watch for the wood of blood
The witches dancing tightly The light fantastic, sing oh sing 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 hieratic stain
Poor memes of breastplates And lances and armor 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
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