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Broken Birds Fly

Current 93


Cut the wind 
I see broken birds fly 
I hear dead children sing 
The wind moves again 
And when she awakens 
She shall shout 
"Thalassa" 
On all sides 
Broken birds soar 
The waves move 
The sound does not diminish 
The sound shall not diminish 
The crops shall cease 
Life-stirrer 
Life-begetter 
Mother 
Light-giver 
Father 
Light-bearer 
And where is the eagle? 
He has gone 
And where is the sun? 
He too has gone 
And where too is the children's laughter? 
This too is gone. 
Where love and beauty? 
It is taken 
And where now the blackbird? 
She is silent 
And something for the harvest 
Something comes for the harvest 
And black water only 
Black water 
Bracken 
I see the ruins now 
In the heart of the city. 
Lost 
In the heart of the master 
Lust 
And where is the nature of man? 
This is dead. 
And where in the sea? 
And where in the earth? 
And where in the sky? 
And where in the heaven? 
And where in the hell? 
That we have built us? 
Is raped and razed 
Is snatched and scorched 
Is taken from all 
That I once said is "mine" 
And where is the purity? 
This too has been raped 
Blood on the altar of the innocents 
Slaugter for its own sake 
Slaughter of the innocents 
They are lost in carnage 
Not of their own making 
At the back of my mind too 
Where is my youth? 
And this too is taken 
Where the corn 
Grows fresh in the heart 
Of the night 
No gods arise now 
We have lost our faith 
We have lost our face 
And who laughs? 
Who prays? 
Who calls on the most high? 
Where is the flight of the eagle? 
This is gone 
And where has this led us? 
Nowhere 
Nothing 
Dissolution beckons 
Call once 
Call twice 
Fall again 
Make sharp the sound of the bowing 
The breaking and burning 
Christ is before me 
Christ is behind me 
Christ to my left 
And Christ to my right 
And all around me 
He blazes in glory 
The world turns 
And Maldoror cries 
He cries in the darkness 
He waits at the crakcs 
The red cunt of time 
And I wait for him too 
To take me to the house and the harvest 
Where the children wait 
Where silence scrams 
Immaculate red phases 
The bloody spasm of time 
He waits in the darkness 
He burns in the heart 
He said it was finished 
He said it had died 
But Maldoror waits 
In the back hole of time 
The black cunt 
He waits in the darkness for me 
He waits in the darkness 
For all of us 
The black split 
Scratch red sound 
That breaks the night 
He waits at the black heart 
The black cunt of time 
Maldoror waits