Current 93 - Kings and Things lyrics

Kings and things were on the Back of my drunken house Those days Always mixed with stupid twists of tribes Or times— Make this your murder sigil ma** Twice—thrice—more—times than you can call Spite my face I dreamt the damned speed night One stroke—two stroke—three stroke War toll Pa**ion day in the horsie's play His mouth at bared kiss The nihil trilling the hip of night The navel of the ghost queen Her mouth crowned with suns Whilst it rains Boats pour out into the waves of myrrh Hymned myths and bullsh** The sarcastic arch of times Diseased and deceased Released cobras into your pure pur fires Looked at her beautiful profile As sweet as all the א Alephs א Lusted for smiles without sheen Wall or drops I couldn't buy my way out of Bruises by this date Qabalistic trickery unworks The natural DrakBark Whiskered and glitching Electronic face of hymn her Who is your night? Who is your own angel? Who is your own Name? The stunted statue remains Encolumned Manhide lost to the bridgebuilder And cenobitic grope from behind Maat Running simultaneously to the Lupar tribes In deserts in Afghan nylon skene They loll and wait for Oz To arrive in time for the theme crime The notes and menus of the sage On the ridge in his boiled shell Barrett! Emphatic you touched me in perfumes And sugars and almonds In the ded red night There were ghosts in the bed By the piano dead Announcing Japanese slaughter Arriving for beheading The dogs roll heads with China The cattes roll dead with the shepherd's k**k** The monsters all moulted of shedded hair And feathers and skinned And shifted into the greed of us all Yesu Yesu Yesu Nox Spelled right from d**h Of motorbikes arisen Dodged the bullets from sidereal Bimini And enforced his own abbey In and over the secret Atlantis And watch Oh clock The cows climb domes Spoon and belt And bone and the night hounds home En te arche was the arch En te arche the archon