| Song | All The World Makes Great Blood |
| Artist | Current 93 |
| Album | Calling For Vanished Faces |
| 作词 : Tibet | |
| Sorry then bird flight | |
| Passes across my window | |
| Sorry then dog crouches | |
| Under the still sun | |
| Sorry then moi je | |
| Regrette tout ce que | |
| J'ai fait | |
| O le soleil se couche I | |
| Lie me down I lay | |
| With Your body under the | |
| Honeysun | |
| Suckled lovewing mine | |
| You were | |
| I was not yet dressed Tibetan red | |
| And into You, as You'll recall | |
| I fled | |
| The twig-smashed landscape | |
| Is rolling and waving | |
| Wolf wild wide wind walking | |
| Soft smoke star space stalking | |
| This is the comic book end | |
| We have waited for | |
| And not believed in | |
| Oh nearly not at all | |
| Oh nearly not at all | |
| Once when we were young | |
| Oh once we were so young | |
| And the rainways licking the glass | |
| Made us the observers of the distant distance | |
| We there watched the sky's goddy tears | |
| Only once did GoodGod cry black | |
| And then all the clockmovements start | |
| To crick crack crick | |
| By the hairs on my head | |
| By the stare in my eyes | |
| By the pain in my heart | |
| I shall whisper through signs: | |
| All this world makes great blood | |
| All this world makes great blood | |
| All this world makes great blood | |
| All this world makes great blood | |
| All this world makes great blood | |
| All this world makes great blood | |
| All this world makes great blood |
| zuò cí : Tibet | |
| Sorry then bird flight | |
| Passes across my window | |
| Sorry then dog crouches | |
| Under the still sun | |
| Sorry then moi je | |
| Regrette tout ce que | |
| J' ai fait | |
| O le soleil se couche I | |
| Lie me down I lay | |
| With Your body under the | |
| Honeysun | |
| Suckled lovewing mine | |
| You were | |
| I was not yet dressed Tibetan red | |
| And into You, as You' ll recall | |
| I fled | |
| The twigsmashed landscape | |
| Is rolling and waving | |
| Wolf wild wide wind walking | |
| Soft smoke star space stalking | |
| This is the comic book end | |
| We have waited for | |
| And not believed in | |
| Oh nearly not at all | |
| Oh nearly not at all | |
| Once when we were young | |
| Oh once we were so young | |
| And the rainways licking the glass | |
| Made us the observers of the distant distance | |
| We there watched the sky' s goddy tears | |
| Only once did GoodGod cry black | |
| And then all the clockmovements start | |
| To crick crack crick | |
| By the hairs on my head | |
| By the stare in my eyes | |
| By the pain in my heart | |
| I shall whisper through signs: | |
| All this world makes great blood | |
| All this world makes great blood | |
| All this world makes great blood | |
| All this world makes great blood | |
| All this world makes great blood | |
| All this world makes great blood | |
| All this world makes great blood |