I Dance Narcoleptic - Current 93

I dreamt I was as cool as flies

A telephone ringing in the heart of the moon

I dreamt, I tasted a legion of faces

Drank valleys dry

Picked up strippers in Jericho

«Dangerous"cry the ends of the world

«Storm alert"over the horizon

Heard of Madame Max?

Heard of Madame Max?

She hides her gargoyle eyes

Reflects torture and landslides

Her carrion gun is cocked

And ready for flight

When Baal Storm shudders

When Christ returns

Megaphone ponies

Shall snuff out the dead

Snowstorms bawl «Baal Storm»

He had the face of flies

Flying over Nilus

The crocodile river

He has the gown

That covers the drains

His was the breath that unlocked

The pentagon, pentacle apocryphal

Over the queen

Of England’s prostitute crown

Winds soar, loose choirs

And whoops for massacre

«Choirs of peacocks sing

Breathe stars and count the dark»

Dreamt of mounting dogs

Gave birth to jade films

The Baal Storm breaks waking

And the massacre answered

«The Nile is refilled with blood»

Mixes harps with gun turrets

The cruel head, his cruel scope

Delivering saint fire

Held the skulls of dogs

Or wolves to the storm

The Phalanx over the Phoenix

Wings beating as if

The world was swallowing itself

Bred by Baal Storm

Crippled comets wake

In blasted bedrock

Grinning at last

The solstice sinks sighing

The wheat fails

And what remained?

A beating heart spinning

In the jaws

Slavering in-between the teeth

Of the storms

Baal Storm, dust of days

Brays rocks and tragedy

First planned in empty time

Before the Crown was

On the King, before the finger

In the ring, sing omega

Before the stings arose

And clambered in trees

The mercy throne in the winds

The poor dreamed earthquakes

For breakfast boiled cities

And laughed, sang mega

Held torches and beakers

Annulled their watchtowers

Revealed their broken faces

Knelt sore to the Saw Storm

The biter of bodies

The kill king, the proud horn

Builds ramparts of flame

Well are you fucking saved?

Or just from above?

Baptized with salt?

Was God on your tongue

Last twilight

When the thunder hit

And split your mind?

Were you cheerfully spying for the guards

Who tended your graves?

Did you hinder Heaven?

Around me now

The olive trees sing

And I dance narcoleptic

In their brush fed the storm

Sweet boy, sweet girl, sing omega

Covered with silence

And covered with stars

Sing omega