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cuckoo
I saw and thought I drew the Dark
Opened down the doors
That led to lead and salt
The cuckoos that melt kisses
Back to the criminal sketch
Of crayon spells and biro grimoires
Katasonic Parangelic
The theory is filled
With hopes and nodes
Catching breath
Dreaming vowels
And underage the horses
Underwater in their hearts
Beating in the cemetery snow
By hedge and sedge
I dodged Gog
But marked Magog out
On the promised plain
Gutted health open and slid down
Into hundreds of hells
Singing like ovens
In the middle of the rushes
And hiding from the storms
Katasonic Parangelic
- :
- 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