Batwings (A Limnal Hymn) Lyrics

Song	Batwings (A Limnal Hymn)
Artist	Coil
Album	A Guide for Beginners: A Silver Voice
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	作词 : Coil
	(The key to joy is disobedience
	There is no guilt and there is no shame)
	A moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup
	A snow-piece to avoid the great heat of the sun
	Is kept in the night and by the light of the moon
	An ice-piece so as they seem forever fallen
	A night-piece of the dismal supper and strange entertainment
	A rare chance-piece, a handsome piece of deformity
	The skin of a snake bred out of the spinal marrow of a man
	With stones and illegible inscriptions found about great ruins
	Pictures of three remarkable steeples, or towers
	Built purposely awry, so as they seem eternally tipping and falling
	A transcendent perfume made of the richest odorates
	Kept in a box of translucent scale
	A glass of spirits made of ethereal salt, hermetically sealed up
	Kept continually in quicksilver, of so volatile a nature
	That it will scarcely endure the light
	And therefore only shown in winter
	Or by the light of a carbuncle, or a firefly
	And batwings
	And batwings
	And batwings sing this limnal hymn
	A wideness opening and closing to keep the darkness sealed within
	To keep the darkness sealed within
	To keep the darkness sealed within
	To keep the darkness sealed within
	A moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup

	zuo ci : Coil
	The key to joy is disobedience
	There is no guilt and there is no shame
	A moonpiece to fetch up the golden cup
	A snowpiece to avoid the great heat of the sun
	Is kept in the night and by the light of the moon
	An icepiece so as they seem forever fallen
	A nightpiece of the dismal supper and strange entertainment
	A rare chancepiece, a handsome piece of deformity
	The skin of a snake bred out of the spinal marrow of a man
	With stones and illegible inscriptions found about great ruins
	Pictures of three remarkable steeples, or towers
	Built purposely awry, so as they seem eternally tipping and falling
	A transcendent perfume made of the richest odorates
	Kept in a box of translucent scale
	A glass of spirits made of ethereal salt, hermetically sealed up
	Kept continually in quicksilver, of so volatile a nature
	That it will scarcely endure the light
	And therefore only shown in winter
	Or by the light of a carbuncle, or a firefly
	And batwings
	And batwings
	And batwings sing this limnal hymn
	A wideness opening and closing to keep the darkness sealed within
	To keep the darkness sealed within
	To keep the darkness sealed within
	To keep the darkness sealed within
	A moonpiece to fetch up the golden cup

	zuò cí : Coil
	The key to joy is disobedience
	There is no guilt and there is no shame
	A moonpiece to fetch up the golden cup
	A snowpiece to avoid the great heat of the sun
	Is kept in the night and by the light of the moon
	An icepiece so as they seem forever fallen
	A nightpiece of the dismal supper and strange entertainment
	A rare chancepiece, a handsome piece of deformity
	The skin of a snake bred out of the spinal marrow of a man
	With stones and illegible inscriptions found about great ruins
	Pictures of three remarkable steeples, or towers
	Built purposely awry, so as they seem eternally tipping and falling
	A transcendent perfume made of the richest odorates
	Kept in a box of translucent scale
	A glass of spirits made of ethereal salt, hermetically sealed up
	Kept continually in quicksilver, of so volatile a nature
	That it will scarcely endure the light
	And therefore only shown in winter
	Or by the light of a carbuncle, or a firefly
	And batwings
	And batwings
	And batwings sing this limnal hymn
	A wideness opening and closing to keep the darkness sealed within
	To keep the darkness sealed within
	To keep the darkness sealed within
	To keep the darkness sealed within
	A moonpiece to fetch up the golden cup

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