Suddenly The Living Are Dying - Current 93

Nero with his axes

And piles of skies gurgling

Behind him

Diocletian smiles

And the yards of meat fall tall

Who made the windmills

And who made the whirlpools

Who made the crows

And who made the stones

Who formed the foam

From Aleph the Father

Behind the flowers

The mother of the cows

Dreaming of trees

In the colouring fields

My face disappears in folds