paroles de chanson Lucifer Over London - Rotting Christ
(Originally
performed
by
Current
93
in
1994)
The
twisted
wings
and
clouds
unfold
And
the
great
page
of
He
who
feel
Makes
arkened
shadows
/ over
pointed
spires
Little
children
point
and
sign
And
little
children
run
and
dance
Over
the
setting
sun
Oh
over
the
setting
sun
Lucifer
over
London
And
under
that
the
silent
stars
And
under
that
the
weeping
sky
And
under
her
the
laughung
world
Balance
sits
/ in
western
parts
/ and
piles
spare
Spares
In
his
/ gabled
room
Lucifer
over
London
Great
Anarch
and
Monarch
of
not
The
flight
of
Lucifer
over
London
And
my
little
grandson
Wrinkled
son
forehead
All
tiny
blue
pain
The
mother
Blood
emerges
Then
the
mother
grief
And
the
blue
gates
of
Death
Open
armwide
Open
teethwide
Lucifer
over
London
All
dead
like
the
leaves
Old
time
shiver
Old
dead
calendar
/ past
/ blurred
/ sunsets
/ cinders
flying
In
his
heart
/ his
heart
/ his
fingers
Punch
holes
in
the
sky
All
the
little
Christs
I
count
Lucifer
over
London
All
the
little
Christs
I
call
Laughing
through
the
green
green
fields
Some
of
these
angels
have
the
face
of
God
Some
of
them
the
face
of
dogs
By
the
tower
of
Moab
See
the
sky′s
green
angel
form
Lucifer
lickers
all
around
me
His
hooded
eyes
alight
Look
into
him
just
a
little
longer
See
the
true
face
of
the...
moon
So
he
weels
there
/ through
the
heavens
His
eyes
as
dotted
brightlights
Licked
with
lust
A
golden
seabird
Half
dead
with
spray
His
banners
/ are
/ broken
/ flags
in
the
wind
Devouring
life
/ he
/ breaks
at
walls
Lucifer
over
London
The
glint
of
dead
fruits
glint
And
then
the
moon...
And
then
the
moon...
And
then
the
moon...
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