| Song | This Autistic Imperium Is Nihil Reich |
| Artist | Current 93 |
| Album | Black Ships Ate the Sky |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cashmore | |
| This autistic Imperium | |
| With paint and spick and span | |
| Is Nihil Reich | |
| Whilst wine calls meat | |
| My friend at teatime | |
| Wonders at the weight | |
| Of the armies that wait | |
| For Golden Caesar | |
| Have face of Beast | |
| With lips of long love wasted | |
| In Trojan seas | |
| I called God on the phone | |
| Just yesterday and spoke to Breathface | |
| He told me death arises for Bloodface | |
| Doctor without possibilities of crime | |
| (Let's call that "pixie time") | |
| To make light of the shouting in my head | |
| I want to have lunch with the Umbrella Ladies | |
| I want to make love with the Umbrella Ladies | |
| Who inhabit the stealing time | |
| I got this from the night-owl singing | |
| "Policeman, policeman, is there anyone there?" | |
| If the Great Turk eats Empire | |
| Well is that countdown? | |
| Or just Twinkletoes eating his face? | |
| Whilst the wicked incense batters the church | |
| Outside the church | |
| Outside the church walls | |
| Bloodface waits | |
| He is twisting time | |
| And selling sweets to sweethearts | |
| Who have painted mountains for money | |
| They sell their bodies to the Ice Cream Queens | |
| Autistic Imperium | |
| You have arisen as a way of cutting the Centre | |
| Out of this world | |
| Christ made a dance | |
| Which turned into a trance | |
| A thousand pick-axes are stored in Babylon | |
| Destroyer? Nihil Reich? | |
| Empty as the face | |
| I saw when I awake with eyes as big as bugs | |
| God made a nothing of nothing | |
| He called the swans to roost in the ruins | |
| Of fast-food lakes | |
| And I say like Lazarus I arise in time | |
| For tea and toast and judgement | |
| And all that stuff that rests in the land of Jack and Jill |
| zuo ci : Cashmore | |
| This autistic Imperium | |
| With paint and spick and span | |
| Is Nihil Reich | |
| Whilst wine calls meat | |
| My friend at teatime | |
| Wonders at the weight | |
| Of the armies that wait | |
| For Golden Caesar | |
| Have face of Beast | |
| With lips of long love wasted | |
| In Trojan seas | |
| I called God on the phone | |
| Just yesterday and spoke to Breathface | |
| He told me death arises for Bloodface | |
| Doctor without possibilities of crime | |
| Let' s call that " pixie time" | |
| To make light of the shouting in my head | |
| I want to have lunch with the Umbrella Ladies | |
| I want to make love with the Umbrella Ladies | |
| Who inhabit the stealing time | |
| I got this from the nightowl singing | |
| " Policeman, policeman, is there anyone there?" | |
| If the Great Turk eats Empire | |
| Well is that countdown? | |
| Or just Twinkletoes eating his face? | |
| Whilst the wicked incense batters the church | |
| Outside the church | |
| Outside the church walls | |
| Bloodface waits | |
| He is twisting time | |
| And selling sweets to sweethearts | |
| Who have painted mountains for money | |
| They sell their bodies to the Ice Cream Queens | |
| Autistic Imperium | |
| You have arisen as a way of cutting the Centre | |
| Out of this world | |
| Christ made a dance | |
| Which turned into a trance | |
| A thousand pickaxes are stored in Babylon | |
| Destroyer? Nihil Reich? | |
| Empty as the face | |
| I saw when I awake with eyes as big as bugs | |
| God made a nothing of nothing | |
| He called the swans to roost in the ruins | |
| Of fastfood lakes | |
| And I say like Lazarus I arise in time | |
| For tea and toast and judgement | |
| And all that stuff that rests in the land of Jack and Jill |
| zuò cí : Cashmore | |
| This autistic Imperium | |
| With paint and spick and span | |
| Is Nihil Reich | |
| Whilst wine calls meat | |
| My friend at teatime | |
| Wonders at the weight | |
| Of the armies that wait | |
| For Golden Caesar | |
| Have face of Beast | |
| With lips of long love wasted | |
| In Trojan seas | |
| I called God on the phone | |
| Just yesterday and spoke to Breathface | |
| He told me death arises for Bloodface | |
| Doctor without possibilities of crime | |
| Let' s call that " pixie time" | |
| To make light of the shouting in my head | |
| I want to have lunch with the Umbrella Ladies | |
| I want to make love with the Umbrella Ladies | |
| Who inhabit the stealing time | |
| I got this from the nightowl singing | |
| " Policeman, policeman, is there anyone there?" | |
| If the Great Turk eats Empire | |
| Well is that countdown? | |
| Or just Twinkletoes eating his face? | |
| Whilst the wicked incense batters the church | |
| Outside the church | |
| Outside the church walls | |
| Bloodface waits | |
| He is twisting time | |
| And selling sweets to sweethearts | |
| Who have painted mountains for money | |
| They sell their bodies to the Ice Cream Queens | |
| Autistic Imperium | |
| You have arisen as a way of cutting the Centre | |
| Out of this world | |
| Christ made a dance | |
| Which turned into a trance | |
| A thousand pickaxes are stored in Babylon | |
| Destroyer? Nihil Reich? | |
| Empty as the face | |
| I saw when I awake with eyes as big as bugs | |
| God made a nothing of nothing | |
| He called the swans to roost in the ruins | |
| Of fastfood lakes | |
| And I say like Lazarus I arise in time | |
| For tea and toast and judgement | |
| And all that stuff that rests in the land of Jack and Jill |