Night! Death! Storm! Omega! lyrics

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 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 littlе lightnings

On the shellboxes

And thе 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 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 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 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 massacre 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

• Artist:Current 93
• Album:Baalstorm, Sing Omega