Current 93 Judas as Black Moth歌词

And am I born to die? And lay this body down? And as my trembling spirits fly Into a world unknown A land of deeper shade Unpierced by human thought The dreary region of the dead Where all things are forgot Soon as from earth I go What will become of

"Ah, vous savez bien qui Nous Sommes. pour Nous, d'abord, ah Vous savez bien qui Nous Sommes..." On the banks of the rivers of God They come with blood and feathers On the banks of the rivers of God Quis est iste qui venit? On the banks of the r

Hear thou the things which must come to pass in the last times There shall be famine and war and earthquakes in diverse places Snow and ice and great drought shall there be And many dissentions amongst people Blasphemy inequity envy and villainy Indo

Larkspur And Lazarus The empty streets The songs of twilight The clouds at rest The churchbells chiming A scarecrow shudders And some birds tremble I looked at you and saw it's time 空旷的街道 歌唱的落日 安睡的云朵 教堂的钟声在低吟 风中的稻草人在摇曳 鸟儿在轻语 我注视着你,知道分离的时间已至 The faded

Little children snuggle under soft black stars 孩子们偎依在柔和的黑星下 And if you look into their eyes-- soft black stars 如果你凝视着他们眼里柔和的黑星 Deliver them from the book and the letter and the word 便勿需用书.信和词语来拯救他们 And let them read the silence bathed in soft black s

Hush-a bye Don't you cry Go to sleepy little baby Go to sleepy little baby When you wake You shall have All the pretty little horses All the pretty little horses Blacks and bays Dapples and greys All the pretty little horses Way down yonder in the me

In menstrual night When red is black And Christus crawls From Mary's crack Wrapped in tatters And flailing in mud Child defiled With tears and blood Pigface Christus is born Pigface Christus is born In menstrual night When red is black And darkness c

Current 93 - A Sadness Song Lyrics by Adagio When we touch the world And it falls away When we feel that we're born Just to fall apart And our mother lies in state And the broken pitcher glistens And the snow is at the window Creating neither sign no

I`m clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight that actually existed just in your head your fingernails painted black or bloodred I forget And your fake-leather volumes jabbering on hell manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhale your eyes trie