Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Locust, artist - Current 93. Album song Halo, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 30.08.2004
Record label: David Tibet
Song language: English
Locust |
What is all this love for |
If we have to go out in the dark |
Lalalalalala |
What joy we had |
In the locust summer |
What fires we lit |
In the locust years |
Black hundreds |
Black thousands |
Lalalalalala |
What joy we had |
In the locust summers |
What fires we lit |
In the locust years |
Black hundreds |
Black thousands |
Rivers that run |
Rippled with red |
Ravaged and raped |
With our roar roar roaring |
Lalalalalala |
What joy we had |
In the locust summer |
What fire we lit |
In the locust years |
For only the strong survive |
All of the weak are trampled under |
All of the weak are trampled under |
Lalalalalala |
This is only here in this place |
And with these parting tears pour of the flesh |
A freaking and falling |
A crying and calling |
Foreign words crawling rivers |
Beaches moment’s ebbing |
Broken watches |
Launch cathar |
Mama in my room |
You left me burning |
You left me burning |
You left me burning |
Lalalalalala |
Animals melting servants screaming |
Crouched in corners coughing crying |
Renting scalding masts of walls |
Chanting scalding baby dying |
And life force ebbing |
Lalalalalala |
What joy we had |
In the locust summers |
What fires we lit |
In the locust years |
Bloody tower of hysteria |
A bloody vase of rape |
He calls the living |
He calls the dying |
He breaks the thunder |
And then it seemed as if |
The whole world was burning |
For only the strong survive |
All of the week get trampled under |
Lalalalalala |
What joy we had |
In the locust summers |
What fires we lit |
In the locust years |
Black hundreds |
Black thousands |
Rivers that run run rippled with red |
Ravaged and raped |
With our roar roar roaring |
What screaming joy |
In the locust years |
Nick my life away |
Lick my life away |
Lalalalalala |
What joy we had |
In the locust summers |
What fires we lit |
In the locust years |