The Ballad of the Pale Christ - Current 93

On bended knees we pray for war

A blade draws blood

But often tarnishes

La la la la

Through blazing eyes I see new sunsets

Sky now breaking

Different shades of red

La la la la

We pray for blades

Ablazing locusts call for wars

To wet the earth

La la la la

To cover the world in black and bracken

Flaming stubble

With church bell battles

La la la la

And then I lie in the arms of

A smiling girl who prays to christ

And the pale queens

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

When did I stand before

I touched the shadows of this life

To touch the dark

And dream of ice

An endless winter in this dogday age

I kiss the cross but dream of wars

La la la la

A bagatelle for a massacre or wars of fire

Were build to last

But old men die and stone will turn to stone

And then I kiss the mouth of a smiling girl

Recalls on christ

And the pale queens

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

Immaculate heart of immaculate love

A tawdry scarecrow

For a tarnished crown

La la la la

His five wounds bleed but only on his throne

His toothless smile

Cuts wide across his face

And then I kiss the mouth of

A smiling girl who calls on christ

And the pale queens

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

And what shall I receive a little drum to beat

When I march

With scorched earth's steps

A rocking horse for

A little warrior to trample around

And down from fields of rape

La la la la

An alabaster doll for

The little maid while she waxes and wanes through

The blood of the moon

And camouflaged smocks for the purest of pure

A masculine mark

And the flag of their shame

And I kiss the lips of the smiling girl

Recalls on christ

And the pale queens

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

And where shall I go back there and back

Furthest and far

To the edge of the shore

La la la la

The snow falls thick his

Mantle of strength descends with a winter

On those in his service

The snow is the winner

Message of winter

Your hope shall be crushed

The lightflame grows dimmer

Child's laughter ceases on

A front with no ending

Within words with no meaning

Child's laughter sickens

Child's fever rages

Smouldering pages

Inquisition

And I die in the arms of

A smiling girl who prays to christ

And the pale queens

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow

Mighty in sorrow