Lucifer Over London 歌词

歌曲	Lucifer Over London
歌手	Current 93
专辑	Lucifer over London
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	作词 : Current Ninety Three ...
	The twisted wings and clouds unfold
	And the greatgape of He who fell
	Makes darkened shadows over pointed spires
	Little children point and sing
	And little children run and dance
	Over there the setting sun
	And under that the silent stars
	And under they the weeping sky
	And under Her the laughing world
	(Balance sits in western parts
	And piles spare Spares in his gabled room)
	Great Anarch and Monarch of Not
	The Flight of Lucifer over London
	And my little grandson
	Wrinkled son forehead
	All tiny blue pain
	As the Mother Blood emerges
	Then the Mother Grief
	And the Blue Gates of Death
	Open armwide
	Open teethwide
	All dead like the leaves
	Old times shiver
	Old dead calendar
	Past blurred sunsets
	Cinders flying in His heart His heart
	His fingers punch holes in the sky
	(And all the little Christs I count
	Are covered in the breathwhite snow
	And all the little Christs I call
	Are laughing through the green green fields)
	Some of those angels have the face of God
	And some of them have the face of dogs
	(By the Tower of Moad - see the sky's Greenangel form)
	And lucifer flickers all around me
	His hooded eyes alight
	In the smoky musk
	Look into Him just a little longer
	See the true face of the Moon
	So He wheels there through the heavens
	His eyes are dotted brightlights
	Licked with dust
	A golden seabird
	Halfdead with spray
	His banners broken flags in the wind
	Devouring life he breaks at walls
	The glint of dead fruits glint
	And then the Moon...
	And then the Moon...
	And then the Moon...
	(And sixsixsix
	It makes us sick
	We're sicksicksick
	of 666)

	zuo ci : Current Ninety Three ...
	The twisted wings and clouds unfold
	And the greatgape of He who fell
	Makes darkened shadows over pointed spires
	Little children point and sing
	And little children run and dance
	Over there the setting sun
	And under that the silent stars
	And under they the weeping sky
	And under Her the laughing world
	Balance sits in western parts
	And piles spare Spares in his gabled room
	Great Anarch and Monarch of Not
	The Flight of Lucifer over London
	And my little grandson
	Wrinkled son forehead
	All tiny blue pain
	As the Mother Blood emerges
	Then the Mother Grief
	And the Blue Gates of Death
	Open armwide
	Open teethwide
	All dead like the leaves
	Old times shiver
	Old dead calendar
	Past blurred sunsets
	Cinders flying in His heart His heart
	His fingers punch holes in the sky
	And all the little Christs I count
	Are covered in the breathwhite snow
	And all the little Christs I call
	Are laughing through the green green fields
	Some of those angels have the face of God
	And some of them have the face of dogs
	By the Tower of Moad see the sky' s Greenangel form
	And lucifer flickers all around me
	His hooded eyes alight
	In the smoky musk
	Look into Him just a little longer
	See the true face of the Moon
	So He wheels there through the heavens
	His eyes are dotted brightlights
	Licked with dust
	A golden seabird
	Halfdead with spray
	His banners broken flags in the wind
	Devouring life he breaks at walls
	The glint of dead fruits glint
	And then the Moon...
	And then the Moon...
	And then the Moon...
	And sixsixsix
	It makes us sick
	We' re sicksicksick
	of 666

	zuò cí : Current Ninety Three ...
	The twisted wings and clouds unfold
	And the greatgape of He who fell
	Makes darkened shadows over pointed spires
	Little children point and sing
	And little children run and dance
	Over there the setting sun
	And under that the silent stars
	And under they the weeping sky
	And under Her the laughing world
	Balance sits in western parts
	And piles spare Spares in his gabled room
	Great Anarch and Monarch of Not
	The Flight of Lucifer over London
	And my little grandson
	Wrinkled son forehead
	All tiny blue pain
	As the Mother Blood emerges
	Then the Mother Grief
	And the Blue Gates of Death
	Open armwide
	Open teethwide
	All dead like the leaves
	Old times shiver
	Old dead calendar
	Past blurred sunsets
	Cinders flying in His heart His heart
	His fingers punch holes in the sky
	And all the little Christs I count
	Are covered in the breathwhite snow
	And all the little Christs I call
	Are laughing through the green green fields
	Some of those angels have the face of God
	And some of them have the face of dogs
	By the Tower of Moad see the sky' s Greenangel form
	And lucifer flickers all around me
	His hooded eyes alight
	In the smoky musk
	Look into Him just a little longer
	See the true face of the Moon
	So He wheels there through the heavens
	His eyes are dotted brightlights
	Licked with dust
	A golden seabird
	Halfdead with spray
	His banners broken flags in the wind
	Devouring life he breaks at walls
	The glint of dead fruits glint
	And then the Moon...
	And then the Moon...
	And then the Moon...
	And sixsixsix
	It makes us sick
	We' re sicksicksick
	of 666

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