Suddenly The Living Are Dying - Current 93

Nero with his axes

And piles of skies gurgling

Behind him

Diocletian smiles

And the garlands of meat fall tall

Who made the windmills?

And who made the whirlpools?

Who made the crows?

And who made the stones?

Who formed the foam

From Aleph the Father?

Behind the flowers

The mother of the cows

Dreaming of trees

In the colouring fields

My face dissolves in folds

And I disappear