Lyrics Baalstorm! Baalstorm! - Current 93

Baalstorm! Baalstorm!

Meanwhile the flowers
Choke under stars' ash
My mother the train
The sound of the dead
«BaalStorm!
BaalStorm!»
And Sarah Deep Tree
Hears the cuckoo sing
She alone perfect
Just her and me shaking
And Jeanne d’Arc-parfaite
Was inside her
Saw the flames in her mane
Heard her name-«the most important dream»
Bowered with figs and dates and
The flowers on fire
The French flamme
«Bauties for the Beast
Is full of grac-don't you think?
I’d love to talk to you about everything»
And then «Then I remember our days in Roma
Remember all our words»
So what were your dreams
Whilst you sat in your womb?
Uncreated children saw BaalStorm
Your voice over clouds
Crackling blue Murders
The Moon full of fire
And you when I left
I thought of you in the arc
And ⲁⲣⲭⲟⲛ
And preyed over Hills
Suckled Rome’s breasts
Well-to speak Coptic Red
To the Beautiful Hosts in the deserts
But left nothing to space?
The yard is full
And piled up
There is no room
Here at your inn
And your voice was high
Full of longing
And I was in UrNight crease
And singing machines would creak
Slowly the bird is lost
Singsongbird at the scene
Of the final spool
Oh the sea oh the night tight
As tight as the noose
Set loose galaxies in BaalStorm
The stars filled with milk
Crush the faces of peace
And the lovely church full of form
With loss
ⲀΪⲥⲱⲧⲻⲙ ⲁΪⲙⲉⲉⲩⲉ ⲁΪⲣⲁϣⲉ ⲁΪⲙⲥⲧⲉⲩⲉ
But the face
The murdered burden ⲉⲧⲡⲱ
Metallic face and metallic taste
The head below horns
Face peeks Barbie pink
The rains on the heads
The masks on the dead
And they breed teeth
And the years draw by
They’re too soon expected
I am at the sea
The sea is perfect
The tiny underpass
I see brothers and sisters fornicating
The children curse
And future flames lick
Around the dimpled toes
Their pits as big as their mother’s mouth
And their father’s face
And fear is not yet
Just the plastic swan
And her perfect throat
Down her neck
The seeds slip by
And through the trees
Minor murder perhaps
Whilst the world remains exquisite
And perfectly unused
The hedges collapse
The herd is smiling
And in the streets
The constellations slaughter crabs
So set at Æon
Set at Æon
Rearise as the clocks sink by
Click sick time to
The honeysuckle rose
It goes as it rose
The bark sailed by
The flower fields
You were faint
As the honeysuckle rose
At the arch wall
There was void
And I dreamed to teach
The world to sing
Struggled at night
Sick with dreams
Of storms and vowels
Poured mud into old friends
Faces faces
To me at the wall
In night
Or easier earlier I saw
Columns of red
Mesh floods over me
Called for the next gash
The smash of history pulls me
Back to some up
Swung into Bykers
Haunt «I love you
More than you storm me»
And so I see
Amphetamine easy
Lost in the crouch
And mouth of you
Who know your names
Sweet in the gut
Of the fumes of engines
Have I never left grace?
Moving slowly
Moving slowly