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suddenly the living are dying
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Nero with his axes
And piles of skies gurgling
Behind him
Diocletian smiles
And the garlands of meat fall tall
Who made the windmills?
And who made the whirlpools?
Who made the crows?
And who made the stones?
Who formed the foam
From Aleph the Father?
Behind the flowers
The mother of the cows
Dreaming of trees
In the colouring fields
My face dissolves in folds
And I disappear
- Album:
- The Moons at Your Door
- Sing Omega
- I Am the Last of All the Field That Fell: A Channel
- How I Devoured Apocalypse Balloon
- Calling For Vanished Faces
- Sleep Has His House
- Soft Black Stars
- Of Ruine Or Some Blazing Starre
- Lucifer Over London
- As The World Disappears...
- Earth Covers Earth
- Imperium
- Dogs Blood Rising
- Swastikas For Noddy
- Aleph A Hallucinatory Mountain
- Christ And The Pale Queens Mighty In Sorrow
- Miscellaneous
- Thunder Perfect Mind
- Non-Album Releases
- Black Ships Ate the Sky