| Cut the wind
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| I see broken birds fly
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| I hear dead children sing
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| The wind moves again
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| And when she awakens
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| She shall shout
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| «Thalassa»
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| On all sides
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| Broken birds soar
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| The waves move
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| The sound does not diminish
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| The sound shall not diminish
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| The crops shall cease
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| Life-stirrer
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| Life-begetter
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| Mother
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| Light-giver
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| Father
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| Light-bearer
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| And where is the eagle?
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| He has gone
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| And where is the sun?
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| He too has gone
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| And where too is the children’s laughter?
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| This too is gone
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| Where love and beauty?
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| It is taken
|
| And where now the blackbird?
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| She is silent
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| And something for the harvest
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| Something comes for the harvest
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| And black water only
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| Black water
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| Bracken
|
| I see the ruins now
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| In the heart of the city
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| Lost
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| In the heart of the master
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| Lust
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| And where is the nature of man?
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| This is dead
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| And where in the sea?
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| And where in the earth?
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| And where in the sky?
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| And where in the heaven?
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| And where in the hell?
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| That we have built us?
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| Is raped and razed
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| Is snatched and scorched
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| Is taken from all
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| That I once said is «mine»
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| And where is the purity?
|
| This too has been raped
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| Blood on the altar of the innocents
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| Slaughter for its own sake
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| Slaughter of the innocents
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| They are lost in carnage
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| Not of their own making
|
| At the back of my mind too
|
| Where is my youth?
|
| And this too is taken
|
| Where the corn
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| Grows fresh in the heart
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| 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?
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| Nowhere
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| Nothing
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| Dissolution beckons
|
| Call once
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| Call twice
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| Fall again
|
| Make sharp the sound of the bowing
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| The breaking and burning
|
| Christ is before me
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| Christ is behind me
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| Christ to my left
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| And Christ to my right
|
| And all around me
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| He blazes in glory
|
| The world turns
|
| And Maldoror cries
|
| He cries in the darkness
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| He waits at the cracks
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| The red cunt of time
|
| And I wait for him too
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| To take me to the house and the harvest
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| Where the children wait
|
| Where silence screams
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| Immaculate red phases
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| The bloody spasm of time
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| He waits in the darkness
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| He burns in the heart
|
| He said it was finished
|
| He said it had died
|
| But Maldoror waits
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| In the back hole of time
|
| The black cunt
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| He waits in the darkness for me
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| He waits in the darkness
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| For all of us
|
| The black split
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| Scratch red sound
|
| That breaks the night
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| He waits at the black heart
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| The black cunt of time
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| Maldoror waits |