Current 93
tanks of flies
I had the verbal touch
The silver sliver of nexus
Carved from the bloody water
First-poured form drowning
Pulling down the moons and suns
From the thighs of the queen of grace and grinding
The bump, the bribe, the breasts made me slyly arise
In clouds of candy, tanks of flies
- :
- 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