Current 93 - The Great, Bloody And Bruised Veil Of The World lyrics

The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world The trees wave in England The streams flow in England The poor halt in England The poor heart of England "And did those feet..." Hobbled and crippled as They were By our disbelief Hope here to find Some honesty (Green colour of the gra** The horsefresh smell arising From its quietly glowing glory) And did They As They move from one sad gap of heart To another Did They hope to find us open Look: much is my armour I can show you all the walls that may be built But mostly most of all- There's a wall of words Around my heart which is my soul which is my all God is not dead for all of us (And goodbye to you all) This is all Paradise Here is Garden Of upon Garden Of Upon Suns and Beetles The Ladybird lands upon my knee The Lark is all joy There are birds upon birds Beyond the great, bloody, bruised and silent veil Of this world The kind one waits Staggered pain of being The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world The great, bloody and bruised veil of this world