Cut the wind I see broken birds fly I hear dead children sing The wind moves again And when she awakens She shall shout "Thalassa" On all sides Broken birds soar The waves move The sound does not diminish The sound shall not diminish The crops shall cease Life-stirrer Life-begetter Mother Light-giver Father Light-bearer And where is the eagle? He has gone And where is the sun? He too has gone And where too is the children's laughter? This too is gone. Where love and beauty? It is taken And where now the blackbird? She is silent And something for the harvest Something comes for the harvest And black water only Black water Bracken I see the ruins now In the heart of the city. Lost In the heart of the master Lust And where is the nature of man? This is dead. And where in the sea? And where in the earth? And where in the sky? And where in the heaven? And where in the hell? That we have built us? Is raped and razed Is snatched and scorched Is taken from all That I once said is "mine" And where is the purity? This too has been raped Blood on the altar of the innocents Slaugter for its own sake Slaughter of the innocents They are lost in carnage Not of their own making At the back of my mind too Where is my youth? And this too is taken Where the corn Grows fresh in the heart Of the night No gods arise now We have lost our faith We have lost our face And who laughs? Who prays? Who calls on the most high? Where is the flight of the eagle? This is gone And where has this led us? Nowhere Nothing Dissolution beckons Call once Call twice Fall again Make sharp the sound of the bowing The breaking and burning Christ is before me Christ is behind me Christ to my left And Christ to my right And all around me He blazes in glory The world turns And Maldoror cries He cries in the darkness He waits at the crakcs The red cunt of time And I wait for him too To take me to the house and the harvest Where the children wait Where silence scrams Immaculate red phases The bloody spasm of time He waits in the darkness He burns in the heart He said it was finished He said it had died But Maldoror waits In the back hole of time The black cunt He waits in the darkness for me He waits in the darkness For all of us The black split Scratch red sound That breaks the night He waits at the black heart The black cunt of time Maldoror waitsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
