Rotting Christ - Lucifer Over London lyrics

(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 sit's 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 fruit's glint
And then the moon and then the moon
And then the moon