作词 : David Tibet 作曲 : David Tibet I dreamt I was as cool as flies A telephone ringing in the heart of the moon I dreamt I tasted a legion of faces Drank valleys dry Picked up strippers in Jericho "Dangerous!" cry the ends of the world "Storm alert!" over the horizon Heard of Madame Max? Heard of Madame Max? She hides her gargoyle eyes Reflects torture and landslides Her carrion gun is ****ed And ready for flight When BaalStorm shudders When Christ returns Megaphone ponies Shall snuff out the dead Snowstorms bawl "BaalStorm" He had the face of flies Flying over Nilus The crocodile river He has the gown That covers the drains His was the breath that unlocked The Pentagon—Pentacle Apocryphal Over the Queen Of England's ********** crown Winds soar, loose choirs And whoops for ******** "Choirs of pea***** sing Breathe stars and count the dark" Dreamt of mounting dogs Gave birth to jade films The BaalStorm breaks waking And the ******** answered "The Nile is refilled with blood" Mixes harps with gun turrets The cruel head—his cruel scope Delivering saintfire Held the skulls of dogs Or wolves to the storm The Phalanx over the Phoenix Wings beating as if The world was swallowing itself Bred by BaalStorm Crippled comets wake In blasted bedrock Grinning at last The solstice sinks sighing The wheat fails And what remained? A beating heart spinning In the jaws Slavering inbetween the teeth Of the storms BaalStorm Dust of days Brays rocks and tragedy First planned in empty time Before the Crown was On the King Before the finger In the Ring Sing Omega Before the stings arose And clambered in trees The mercy throne in the winds The poor dreamed earthquakes For breakfast boiled cities And laughed Sang Omega Held torches and beakers Annulled their watchtowers Revealed their broken faces Knelt sore to the SawStorm The biter of bodies The Kill King—the Proud Horn Builds ramparts of flame Well are you ******* saved ? Or just from above? Baptised with salt? Was God on your tongue Last twilight When the thunder hit And split your mind? Were you cheerfully spying for the guards Who tended your graves? Did you hinder Heaven? Around me now The olive trees sing And I dance narcoleptic In their brush fed the storm Sweet boy, sweet girl Sing Omega Covered with silence And covered with stars SING OMEGA!
作词 : David Tibet 作曲 : David Tibet I dreamt I was as cool as flies A telephone ringing in the heart of the moon I dreamt I tasted a legion of faces Drank valleys dry Picked up strippers in Jericho "Dangerous!" cry the ends of the world "Storm alert!" over the horizon Heard of Madame Max? Heard of Madame Max? She hides her gargoyle eyes Reflects torture and landslides Her carrion gun is ****ed And ready for flight When BaalStorm shudders When Christ returns Megaphone ponies Shall snuff out the dead Snowstorms bawl "BaalStorm" He had the face of flies Flying over Nilus The crocodile river He has the gown That covers the drains His was the breath that unlocked The Pentagon—Pentacle Apocryphal Over the Queen Of England's ********** crown Winds soar, loose choirs And whoops for ******** "Choirs of pea***** sing Breathe stars and count the dark" Dreamt of mounting dogs Gave birth to jade films The BaalStorm breaks waking And the ******** answered "The Nile is refilled with blood" Mixes harps with gun turrets The cruel head—his cruel scope Delivering saintfire Held the skulls of dogs Or wolves to the storm The Phalanx over the Phoenix Wings beating as if The world was swallowing itself Bred by BaalStorm Crippled comets wake In blasted bedrock Grinning at last The solstice sinks sighing The wheat fails And what remained? A beating heart spinning In the jaws Slavering inbetween the teeth Of the storms BaalStorm Dust of days Brays rocks and tragedy First planned in empty time Before the Crown was On the King Before the finger In the Ring Sing Omega Before the stings arose And clambered in trees The mercy throne in the winds The poor dreamed earthquakes For breakfast boiled cities And laughed Sang Omega Held torches and beakers Annulled their watchtowers Revealed their broken faces Knelt sore to the SawStorm The biter of bodies The Kill King—the Proud Horn Builds ramparts of flame Well are you ******* saved ? Or just from above? Baptised with salt? Was God on your tongue Last twilight When the thunder hit And split your mind? Were you cheerfully spying for the guards Who tended your graves? Did you hinder Heaven? Around me now The olive trees sing And I dance narcoleptic In their brush fed the storm Sweet boy, sweet girl Sing Omega Covered with silence And covered with stars SING OMEGA!
