Lucifer Over London Lyrics
| Song | Lucifer Over London |
| Artist | Current 93 |
| Album | SixSixSix: SickSickSick |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Current Ninety Three ... | |
| The twisted wings and clouds unfold | |
| And the greatgape of He who fell | |
| Makes darkened shadows over pointed spires | |
| Little children point and sing | |
| And little children run and dance | |
| Over there the setting sun | |
| And under that the silent stars | |
| And under they the weeping sky | |
| And under Her the laughing world | |
| (Balance sits in western parts | |
| And piles spare Spares in his gabled room) | |
| Great Anarch and Monarch of Not | |
| The Flight of Lucifer over London | |
| And my little grandson | |
| Wrinkled son forehead | |
| All tiny blue pain | |
| As the Mother Blood emerges | |
| Then the Mother Grief | |
| And the Blue Gates of Death | |
| Open armwide | |
| Open teethwide | |
| All dead like the leaves | |
| Old times shiver | |
| Old dead calendar | |
| Past blurred sunsets | |
| Cinders flying in His heart His heart | |
| His fingers punch holes in the sky | |
| (And all the little Christs I count | |
| Are covered in the breathwhite snow | |
| And all the little Christs I call | |
| Are laughing through the green green fields) | |
| Some of those angels have the face of God | |
| And some of them have the face of dogs | |
| (By the Tower of Moad - see the sky's Greenangel form) | |
| And lucifer flickers all around me | |
| His hooded eyes alight | |
| In the smoky musk | |
| Look into Him just a little longer | |
| See the true face of the Moon | |
| So He wheels there through the heavens | |
| His eyes are dotted brightlights | |
| Licked with dust | |
| A golden seabird | |
| Halfdead with spray | |
| His banners broken flags in the wind | |
| Devouring life he breaks at walls | |
| The glint of dead fruits glint | |
| And then the Moon... | |
| And then the Moon... | |
| And then the Moon... | |
| (And sixsixsix | |
| It makes us sick | |
| We're sicksicksick | |
| of 666) |
| zuo ci : Current Ninety Three ... | |
| The twisted wings and clouds unfold | |
| And the greatgape of He who fell | |
| Makes darkened shadows over pointed spires | |
| Little children point and sing | |
| And little children run and dance | |
| Over there the setting sun | |
| And under that the silent stars | |
| And under they the weeping sky | |
| And under Her the laughing world | |
| Balance sits in western parts | |
| And piles spare Spares in his gabled room | |
| Great Anarch and Monarch of Not | |
| The Flight of Lucifer over London | |
| And my little grandson | |
| Wrinkled son forehead | |
| All tiny blue pain | |
| As the Mother Blood emerges | |
| Then the Mother Grief | |
| And the Blue Gates of Death | |
| Open armwide | |
| Open teethwide | |
| All dead like the leaves | |
| Old times shiver | |
| Old dead calendar | |
| Past blurred sunsets | |
| Cinders flying in His heart His heart | |
| His fingers punch holes in the sky | |
| And all the little Christs I count | |
| Are covered in the breathwhite snow | |
| And all the little Christs I call | |
| Are laughing through the green green fields | |
| Some of those angels have the face of God | |
| And some of them have the face of dogs | |
| By the Tower of Moad see the sky' s Greenangel form | |
| And lucifer flickers all around me | |
| His hooded eyes alight | |
| In the smoky musk | |
| Look into Him just a little longer | |
| See the true face of the Moon | |
| So He wheels there through the heavens | |
| His eyes are dotted brightlights | |
| Licked with dust | |
| A golden seabird | |
| Halfdead with spray | |
| His banners broken flags in the wind | |
| Devouring life he breaks at walls | |
| The glint of dead fruits glint | |
| And then the Moon... | |
| And then the Moon... | |
| And then the Moon... | |
| And sixsixsix | |
| It makes us sick | |
| We' re sicksicksick | |
| of 666 |
| zuò cí : Current Ninety Three ... | |
| The twisted wings and clouds unfold | |
| And the greatgape of He who fell | |
| Makes darkened shadows over pointed spires | |
| Little children point and sing | |
| And little children run and dance | |
| Over there the setting sun | |
| And under that the silent stars | |
| And under they the weeping sky | |
| And under Her the laughing world | |
| Balance sits in western parts | |
| And piles spare Spares in his gabled room | |
| Great Anarch and Monarch of Not | |
| The Flight of Lucifer over London | |
| And my little grandson | |
| Wrinkled son forehead | |
| All tiny blue pain | |
| As the Mother Blood emerges | |
| Then the Mother Grief | |
| And the Blue Gates of Death | |
| Open armwide | |
| Open teethwide | |
| All dead like the leaves | |
| Old times shiver | |
| Old dead calendar | |
| Past blurred sunsets | |
| Cinders flying in His heart His heart | |
| His fingers punch holes in the sky | |
| And all the little Christs I count | |
| Are covered in the breathwhite snow | |
| And all the little Christs I call | |
| Are laughing through the green green fields | |
| Some of those angels have the face of God | |
| And some of them have the face of dogs | |
| By the Tower of Moad see the sky' s Greenangel form | |
| And lucifer flickers all around me | |
| His hooded eyes alight | |
| In the smoky musk | |
| Look into Him just a little longer | |
| See the true face of the Moon | |
| So He wheels there through the heavens | |
| His eyes are dotted brightlights | |
| Licked with dust | |
| A golden seabird | |
| Halfdead with spray | |
| His banners broken flags in the wind | |
| Devouring life he breaks at walls | |
| The glint of dead fruits glint | |
| And then the Moon... | |
| And then the Moon... | |
| And then the Moon... | |
| And sixsixsix | |
| It makes us sick | |
| We' re sicksicksick | |
| of 666 |
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