paroles de chanson The Ballad of the Pale Christ - Current 93
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
churchbell
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
Smoldering
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
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