Song | The Final Church |
Artist | Current 93 |
Album | Swastikas for Noddy |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Current Ninety Three | |
In the moonlight | |
By the sea | |
In a country | |
In a town | |
Now quickly | |
Now slowly | |
Now in pain | |
Now in love | |
In different shapes | |
When I was young | |
When I was young | |
I used to dream | |
And the wind blows | |
And the owl sings | |
And dogs are driven wild | |
And dogs break their chains | |
And run through the lands | |
A prey to madness | |
With wild eyes dying | |
With wild eyes burning | |
They raise their heads | |
They swell their cold necks | |
Like a cat that's ripped its guts | |
Like a hungry child's breath | |
Like a woman about to give birth | |
Like a young girl singing | |
At the stars in the north | |
At the stars in the south | |
At the stars in the west | |
At the stars in the east | |
At the moon | |
At the mountains | |
At the rocks | |
At the pain | |
At the thief | |
At the snakes | |
Reveal their black black backs | |
Fresh flesh | |
Glazed eyes stare | |
From long pale human faces | |
We cannot satisfy the hopes | |
We are now dead | |
We are all dead | |
The hammer breaks the anvil | |
From the cleft of its hood | |
It was fair as morning and full of heaven dew | |
Then it put on darkness declined its softness | |
And put on th symptoms of its sickly age | |
It bowed its head and broke its stalk | |
It lost its leaves and all its beauty | |
Falling to weeds and unknown faces | |
Of man and woman | |
The black heritage | |
Of worms and serpents | |
Rottenness | |
And cold discharge | |
Out beauty is now so changed | |
My friends | |
By violence and secret influence | |
The aspect of a star and the stink of a mist | |
By emissions of a cloud | |
The meeting of a vapour | |
By the fall of a chariot and the stumbling at a stone | |
By a full meal or an empty stomach | |
By watching at wine or by watching at prayers | |
By the sun or the moon | |
By a heat or a cold | |
By sleepless nights or sleeping days | |
By water frozen | |
To the hardness of a dagger | |
Or water thawed into the floods of a river | |
By a hair or a current | |
By violent motion | |
By sitting still | |
Or severely | |
By dissolution | |
By God's mercy | |
Or God's anger | |
We take pains to heap up things useful to our life | |
And get our deaths in the purchase and the person is | |
Snatched away and the goods remain and all this is | |
The law and constitution of nature unveiled it is a | |
Punishment to our sins | |
The unalterable event of providence and the decree of | |
Heaven |
zuo ci : Current Ninety Three | |
In the moonlight | |
By the sea | |
In a country | |
In a town | |
Now quickly | |
Now slowly | |
Now in pain | |
Now in love | |
In different shapes | |
When I was young | |
When I was young | |
I used to dream | |
And the wind blows | |
And the owl sings | |
And dogs are driven wild | |
And dogs break their chains | |
And run through the lands | |
A prey to madness | |
With wild eyes dying | |
With wild eyes burning | |
They raise their heads | |
They swell their cold necks | |
Like a cat that' s ripped its guts | |
Like a hungry child' s breath | |
Like a woman about to give birth | |
Like a young girl singing | |
At the stars in the north | |
At the stars in the south | |
At the stars in the west | |
At the stars in the east | |
At the moon | |
At the mountains | |
At the rocks | |
At the pain | |
At the thief | |
At the snakes | |
Reveal their black black backs | |
Fresh flesh | |
Glazed eyes stare | |
From long pale human faces | |
We cannot satisfy the hopes | |
We are now dead | |
We are all dead | |
The hammer breaks the anvil | |
From the cleft of its hood | |
It was fair as morning and full of heaven dew | |
Then it put on darkness declined its softness | |
And put on th symptoms of its sickly age | |
It bowed its head and broke its stalk | |
It lost its leaves and all its beauty | |
Falling to weeds and unknown faces | |
Of man and woman | |
The black heritage | |
Of worms and serpents | |
Rottenness | |
And cold discharge | |
Out beauty is now so changed | |
My friends | |
By violence and secret influence | |
The aspect of a star and the stink of a mist | |
By emissions of a cloud | |
The meeting of a vapour | |
By the fall of a chariot and the stumbling at a stone | |
By a full meal or an empty stomach | |
By watching at wine or by watching at prayers | |
By the sun or the moon | |
By a heat or a cold | |
By sleepless nights or sleeping days | |
By water frozen | |
To the hardness of a dagger | |
Or water thawed into the floods of a river | |
By a hair or a current | |
By violent motion | |
By sitting still | |
Or severely | |
By dissolution | |
By God' s mercy | |
Or God' s anger | |
We take pains to heap up things useful to our life | |
And get our deaths in the purchase and the person is | |
Snatched away and the goods remain and all this is | |
The law and constitution of nature unveiled it is a | |
Punishment to our sins | |
The unalterable event of providence and the decree of | |
Heaven |
zuò cí : Current Ninety Three | |
In the moonlight | |
By the sea | |
In a country | |
In a town | |
Now quickly | |
Now slowly | |
Now in pain | |
Now in love | |
In different shapes | |
When I was young | |
When I was young | |
I used to dream | |
And the wind blows | |
And the owl sings | |
And dogs are driven wild | |
And dogs break their chains | |
And run through the lands | |
A prey to madness | |
With wild eyes dying | |
With wild eyes burning | |
They raise their heads | |
They swell their cold necks | |
Like a cat that' s ripped its guts | |
Like a hungry child' s breath | |
Like a woman about to give birth | |
Like a young girl singing | |
At the stars in the north | |
At the stars in the south | |
At the stars in the west | |
At the stars in the east | |
At the moon | |
At the mountains | |
At the rocks | |
At the pain | |
At the thief | |
At the snakes | |
Reveal their black black backs | |
Fresh flesh | |
Glazed eyes stare | |
From long pale human faces | |
We cannot satisfy the hopes | |
We are now dead | |
We are all dead | |
The hammer breaks the anvil | |
From the cleft of its hood | |
It was fair as morning and full of heaven dew | |
Then it put on darkness declined its softness | |
And put on th symptoms of its sickly age | |
It bowed its head and broke its stalk | |
It lost its leaves and all its beauty | |
Falling to weeds and unknown faces | |
Of man and woman | |
The black heritage | |
Of worms and serpents | |
Rottenness | |
And cold discharge | |
Out beauty is now so changed | |
My friends | |
By violence and secret influence | |
The aspect of a star and the stink of a mist | |
By emissions of a cloud | |
The meeting of a vapour | |
By the fall of a chariot and the stumbling at a stone | |
By a full meal or an empty stomach | |
By watching at wine or by watching at prayers | |
By the sun or the moon | |
By a heat or a cold | |
By sleepless nights or sleeping days | |
By water frozen | |
To the hardness of a dagger | |
Or water thawed into the floods of a river | |
By a hair or a current | |
By violent motion | |
By sitting still | |
Or severely | |
By dissolution | |
By God' s mercy | |
Or God' s anger | |
We take pains to heap up things useful to our life | |
And get our deaths in the purchase and the person is | |
Snatched away and the goods remain and all this is | |
The law and constitution of nature unveiled it is a | |
Punishment to our sins | |
The unalterable event of providence and the decree of | |
Heaven |