Song | Christ and the Pale Queens Mighty in Sorrow |
Artist | Current 93 |
Album | Hitler as Kalki |
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作词 : Current Ninety Three ... | |
Christ and the pale queens | |
I am without origin and from whom every beginning comes forth | |
I am the ancient of days to declare that i am a day by myself | |
Alone I am the day that does not shine by the sun rather by me | |
That the sun is ignited I am the reason that it is | |
Not made perceptible by anyone else | |
Rather I am the one | |
I own every being that lives, draws breath, and soothes to gaze at my | |
Countenance | |
I have created mirrors in which I consider myself without end | |
Through wonders of my originality i have prepared for myself these mirrors | |
So they may revend and maintain song of praise | |
For I have a voice like a thunderbolt by which i keep in motion the entire | |
Universe | |
In the living sounds of all creation and this I have done who am the ancient of | |
Days | |
By my word which was and is without beginning i calls all the mighty lights to | |
Emerge | |
And in this light countless sparks which are angels | |
But when the angels came to awareness withint their light | |
They forgot me and wanted to be as i am | |
Therefore the vengeance of my punitive zeal rejected in thunderclaps those | |
Beings | |
Which had presumed to contradict me | |
For there is only one God and no other but me | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
And we bow our knees before him | |
Who is dead from the beginning | |
And his law was the law of the lies | |
And his temples were temples of pain | |
His Christ and his pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
With their dogma and their doctrine of deceit | |
He created thw world in his glory | |
So we should offer him praise | |
But Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Wait in judgment with their feet bathed in blood | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
A world without end, amen | |
From Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
A trinity of lies and deceit | |
And their love was for them and their friends | |
And their lies for books they wrote | |
And their deceit bring down my pain | |
And the mushroom clouds were falling | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Shall wait at the end of all time | |
Will you believe in a God that is dead? | |
Who may die in an article of faith | |
Whose beauty is nailed to our face | |
A Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
The fates and faith of the dead | |
Sometimes falling softly like winter's snow | |
Sometimes falling ice so hard with red rain made of blood | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
A throne at the end of the road | |
We shall crawl with our knees so broken | |
Ripped and torn and burned and pulled and dragged on the way | |
We were turning, we were burning in the fires | |
And the people that stoked it are they | |
It was Christ that left tenants of love | |
The Armageddon angels of bliss | |
Apocalypse with a kiss | |
From Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
And every Apocalypse was theirs | |
And the fun of the fare, impaled | |
And their flames were the shadows on our lives | |
Flames filled with war | |
Turning and burning at the gods | |
Of Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
How much longer do we live under a cloud | |
In the shadow of shit that they gave us | |
Every religion has its price | |
And we have all paid and paid and paid and paid | |
Again and again and again | |
And we carry our pain in our blood | |
He was not alone when he shed the red fluid of his life | |
It was finished for him but not us | |
And they stand still in their judgment of us | |
Oh Christ and the pale queens | |
Christ and the pale queens | |
And soon their turn shall come | |
Will they turn on the rack as before | |
And dogs cast their throats to the sun | |
As we cast down these idols | |
Oh Christ and your pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Give us your blessing, give us your hearing | |
Look upon on us your children with love | |
We have sinned, we have burned, we are wrong | |
But give us your blessing, not your vengeance | |
Oh Christ and your gods | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ! | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Look on this, look on this your handiwork | |
All of this is yours | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Again and again you give and you take away | |
And all that we are left with now is filth | |
Gentle, innocent and mild | |
Mighty one is love alone | |
My saviour's love to me | |
Love to the loveless | |
So that we might love thee | |
Gentle, Jesus is a shine | |
You in your sole corner | |
And me in mine | |
I am the law of the laws | |
He came down from heavens and danced on the earth | |
The tune of Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
And wars upserged the flame of locusts | |
And many years of many more to come | |
Thanks to Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
And give every Christmas wrapped in the colour of the pale sheep of Galilea | |
Nail to each promise | |
Oh Christ and the pale queens give us mercy | |
They're so good and they're so fine | |
Giver and taker of life | |
A kiss from the Apocalypse | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
zuo ci : Current Ninety Three ... | |
Christ and the pale queens | |
I am without origin and from whom every beginning comes forth | |
I am the ancient of days to declare that i am a day by myself | |
Alone I am the day that does not shine by the sun rather by me | |
That the sun is ignited I am the reason that it is | |
Not made perceptible by anyone else | |
Rather I am the one | |
I own every being that lives, draws breath, and soothes to gaze at my | |
Countenance | |
I have created mirrors in which I consider myself without end | |
Through wonders of my originality i have prepared for myself these mirrors | |
So they may revend and maintain song of praise | |
For I have a voice like a thunderbolt by which i keep in motion the entire | |
Universe | |
In the living sounds of all creation and this I have done who am the ancient of | |
Days | |
By my word which was and is without beginning i calls all the mighty lights to | |
Emerge | |
And in this light countless sparks which are angels | |
But when the angels came to awareness withint their light | |
They forgot me and wanted to be as i am | |
Therefore the vengeance of my punitive zeal rejected in thunderclaps those | |
Beings | |
Which had presumed to contradict me | |
For there is only one God and no other but me | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
And we bow our knees before him | |
Who is dead from the beginning | |
And his law was the law of the lies | |
And his temples were temples of pain | |
His Christ and his pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
With their dogma and their doctrine of deceit | |
He created thw world in his glory | |
So we should offer him praise | |
But Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Wait in judgment with their feet bathed in blood | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
A world without end, amen | |
From Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
A trinity of lies and deceit | |
And their love was for them and their friends | |
And their lies for books they wrote | |
And their deceit bring down my pain | |
And the mushroom clouds were falling | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Shall wait at the end of all time | |
Will you believe in a God that is dead? | |
Who may die in an article of faith | |
Whose beauty is nailed to our face | |
A Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
The fates and faith of the dead | |
Sometimes falling softly like winter' s snow | |
Sometimes falling ice so hard with red rain made of blood | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
A throne at the end of the road | |
We shall crawl with our knees so broken | |
Ripped and torn and burned and pulled and dragged on the way | |
We were turning, we were burning in the fires | |
And the people that stoked it are they | |
It was Christ that left tenants of love | |
The Armageddon angels of bliss | |
Apocalypse with a kiss | |
From Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
And every Apocalypse was theirs | |
And the fun of the fare, impaled | |
And their flames were the shadows on our lives | |
Flames filled with war | |
Turning and burning at the gods | |
Of Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
How much longer do we live under a cloud | |
In the shadow of shit that they gave us | |
Every religion has its price | |
And we have all paid and paid and paid and paid | |
Again and again and again | |
And we carry our pain in our blood | |
He was not alone when he shed the red fluid of his life | |
It was finished for him but not us | |
And they stand still in their judgment of us | |
Oh Christ and the pale queens | |
Christ and the pale queens | |
And soon their turn shall come | |
Will they turn on the rack as before | |
And dogs cast their throats to the sun | |
As we cast down these idols | |
Oh Christ and your pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Give us your blessing, give us your hearing | |
Look upon on us your children with love | |
We have sinned, we have burned, we are wrong | |
But give us your blessing, not your vengeance | |
Oh Christ and your gods | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ! | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Look on this, look on this your handiwork | |
All of this is yours | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Again and again you give and you take away | |
And all that we are left with now is filth | |
Gentle, innocent and mild | |
Mighty one is love alone | |
My saviour' s love to me | |
Love to the loveless | |
So that we might love thee | |
Gentle, Jesus is a shine | |
You in your sole corner | |
And me in mine | |
I am the law of the laws | |
He came down from heavens and danced on the earth | |
The tune of Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
And wars upserged the flame of locusts | |
And many years of many more to come | |
Thanks to Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
And give every Christmas wrapped in the colour of the pale sheep of Galilea | |
Nail to each promise | |
Oh Christ and the pale queens give us mercy | |
They' re so good and they' re so fine | |
Giver and taker of life | |
A kiss from the Apocalypse | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
zuò cí : Current Ninety Three ... | |
Christ and the pale queens | |
I am without origin and from whom every beginning comes forth | |
I am the ancient of days to declare that i am a day by myself | |
Alone I am the day that does not shine by the sun rather by me | |
That the sun is ignited I am the reason that it is | |
Not made perceptible by anyone else | |
Rather I am the one | |
I own every being that lives, draws breath, and soothes to gaze at my | |
Countenance | |
I have created mirrors in which I consider myself without end | |
Through wonders of my originality i have prepared for myself these mirrors | |
So they may revend and maintain song of praise | |
For I have a voice like a thunderbolt by which i keep in motion the entire | |
Universe | |
In the living sounds of all creation and this I have done who am the ancient of | |
Days | |
By my word which was and is without beginning i calls all the mighty lights to | |
Emerge | |
And in this light countless sparks which are angels | |
But when the angels came to awareness withint their light | |
They forgot me and wanted to be as i am | |
Therefore the vengeance of my punitive zeal rejected in thunderclaps those | |
Beings | |
Which had presumed to contradict me | |
For there is only one God and no other but me | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
And we bow our knees before him | |
Who is dead from the beginning | |
And his law was the law of the lies | |
And his temples were temples of pain | |
His Christ and his pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
With their dogma and their doctrine of deceit | |
He created thw world in his glory | |
So we should offer him praise | |
But Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Wait in judgment with their feet bathed in blood | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
A world without end, amen | |
From Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
A trinity of lies and deceit | |
And their love was for them and their friends | |
And their lies for books they wrote | |
And their deceit bring down my pain | |
And the mushroom clouds were falling | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Shall wait at the end of all time | |
Will you believe in a God that is dead? | |
Who may die in an article of faith | |
Whose beauty is nailed to our face | |
A Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
The fates and faith of the dead | |
Sometimes falling softly like winter' s snow | |
Sometimes falling ice so hard with red rain made of blood | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
A throne at the end of the road | |
We shall crawl with our knees so broken | |
Ripped and torn and burned and pulled and dragged on the way | |
We were turning, we were burning in the fires | |
And the people that stoked it are they | |
It was Christ that left tenants of love | |
The Armageddon angels of bliss | |
Apocalypse with a kiss | |
From Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
And every Apocalypse was theirs | |
And the fun of the fare, impaled | |
And their flames were the shadows on our lives | |
Flames filled with war | |
Turning and burning at the gods | |
Of Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
How much longer do we live under a cloud | |
In the shadow of shit that they gave us | |
Every religion has its price | |
And we have all paid and paid and paid and paid | |
Again and again and again | |
And we carry our pain in our blood | |
He was not alone when he shed the red fluid of his life | |
It was finished for him but not us | |
And they stand still in their judgment of us | |
Oh Christ and the pale queens | |
Christ and the pale queens | |
And soon their turn shall come | |
Will they turn on the rack as before | |
And dogs cast their throats to the sun | |
As we cast down these idols | |
Oh Christ and your pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Give us your blessing, give us your hearing | |
Look upon on us your children with love | |
We have sinned, we have burned, we are wrong | |
But give us your blessing, not your vengeance | |
Oh Christ and your gods | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ! | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Look on this, look on this your handiwork | |
All of this is yours | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Again and again you give and you take away | |
And all that we are left with now is filth | |
Gentle, innocent and mild | |
Mighty one is love alone | |
My saviour' s love to me | |
Love to the loveless | |
So that we might love thee | |
Gentle, Jesus is a shine | |
You in your sole corner | |
And me in mine | |
I am the law of the laws | |
He came down from heavens and danced on the earth | |
The tune of Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
And wars upserged the flame of locusts | |
And many years of many more to come | |
Thanks to Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
And give every Christmas wrapped in the colour of the pale sheep of Galilea | |
Nail to each promise | |
Oh Christ and the pale queens give us mercy | |
They' re so good and they' re so fine | |
Giver and taker of life | |
A kiss from the Apocalypse | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |