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 BaalStorm shudders
When Christ returns
Megaphone ponies
Shall snuff out the dead
Snowstorms
Bawl
BaalStorm
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
BaalStorm
Breaks waking
And the massacre answered
The Nile is refilled with blood
Mixes harps with gun turrets
The cruel head his cruel scope
Delivering saintfire
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
BaalStorm
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 inbetween the teeth
Of the
Storms
BaalStorm
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 Omega
Held torches and beakers
Annulled their watchtowers
Revealed their broken faces
Knelt sore to the
SawStorm
The biter of bodies
The Kill King the Proud Horn
Builds ramparts of
Flame
Well are you f**king
Saved
Or just from above
Baptised 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