Current 93 - A Song For Douglas After Hes Dead He crouches on the floor Theres a mask on the wall And he leafs through the pages of a book But wait as he may in the shadow of other leaves His heart in embraces to times long since scorched The horizon folds over with a purple sunrise And the wind carries smoke from a world that is burning The smoke locks in his hair and hes covered with patterns And the descent of his life, trees on his camouflaged soul With a winter of memories carved powder-bone white Beyond his skulls form a scorpion lies In the crunch of the snow as his darkness increases A twilight of ice encircles his teeth Theres a swastika carved In the palm of his hand Theres a crooked cross That is caught in his mind There waits a falling sun in his eyes Theres the honor of violence on his lips His father waits for him near the Towers of Silence Where they worship the fires so long quenched Under two willow trees with elhaz inverted The force of life snapped There father and son Shall mingle in dust As if life itself Has been mostly illusion but partially real And partially pain And over some wall If you look through the rubble Amongst ruins of churches where life conquers death Though empires cannot last Where blood and soils concepts Have faltered and failed A cloud still sows teeth As the world disappears This is a song for Douglas After hes dead This is a song for my Douglas His Mercury dances
Posted on: Thu, 27 Nov 2014 06:00:30 +0000
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