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