Looked To The South Side Of The Door - Current 93

Adam stands on docetic mountain

The woman's face is full of stars

In the words of the book

And with the lips of the book

And the trumpet and the seal

And the candlestick that lights

Up your bed with seeds and flowers

And the lion on your rug

That's roaring like a lamb

On the rack and on it's back

I call the martyrs on wheels

To this piss poor mess

With the blood spreading like flies

Under the table and the gable

Breathing by curtains of eyes

That shift uneasily uneasily

And sniff like foxes at count

Like feathers following the mind

That stitches quilts

And pouring cats into comets

Oh microwave oh galaxy kill

All the night and it's names

On docetic drawn drawn mountain

My dragon arises

Scaling plastic christs

With no back and no face

He has solemn to spare

And kisses mountains

Covered with useless snow

For paise and for thekla

Under low volcanoes

Fearful wails to fall

Under his brothers

And bloodface has murdered again

And smothers the wheels

Drawing in the dirt

There is ashkai

Under psychic attack since eight

I saw the bells by the jar

I saw the teeth in the jaw

And saw the pale drains

Mind sinking empty wine

Useless in the heathen eden

How great inside this the jungle

Dogs clutch heads and catch and call

Fall bulls

Murmuring like lovely streams

That pulse and hurtle

My clock shot shut