Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ballad Of The Pale Christ, artist - Current 93. Album song Emblems: The Menstrual Years, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 04.10.2004
Record label: David Tibet
Song language: English
The Ballad Of The Pale Christ |
On bended knees we pray for war, a blade draws blood but often tarnishes |
Through blazing eyes I see new sunsets, sky now breaking different shades of red |
We pray for blades, ablazing locusts call for wars to wet the earth |
To cover the world in black and bracken, flaming stubble with church bell |
battles |
And then I lie in the arms of a smiling girl who prays to Christ and the pale |
queens mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
When did I stand before I touched the shadows of this life that touch the dark |
and dream of ice |
An endless winter in this dogday-age, I kiss the cross but dream of wars |
A bagatelle for a massacre or wars of fire were build to last |
Old men die and stone will turn to stone |
And then I kiss the mouth of a smiling girl who calls on Christ and the pale |
queens mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
Immaculate heart of immaculate love a tawdry scarecrow for a tarnished crown |
His five wounds bleed but only on his throne, his toothless smile cuts wide |
across his face |
And then I kiss the mouth of a smiling girl who calls on Christ and the pale |
queens mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
And what shall I receive a little drum to beat when I march with scorched |
earth’s steps |
A rocking horse for a little warrior to trample around and down from fields of rape |
An alabaster doll for the little maid while she waxes and wanes through the |
blood of the moon |
And camouflaged smocks for the purest of pure, a masculine mark, |
and the flag of their shame |
And I kiss the lips of the smiling girl who calls on Christ and the pale queens |
mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
And where shall I go back there and back, furthest and far, to the edge of the |
shore |
The snow falls thick his mantle of strength descends with a winter on those in his service |
The snow is the winner |
Message of winter, your hope shall be crushed |
The lightflame grows dimmer |
Child’s laughter ceases on a front with no ending |
Within words with no meaning |
Child’s laughter sickens |
Child’s fever rages |
Smouldering pages |
Inquisition! |
And I die in the arms of a smiling girl who prays to Christ and the pale queens |
mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |
Mighty in sorrow |