Baalstorm! Baalstorm! by Current 93
Meanwhile the flowers
Choked under the ash of the stars
My mother, the train
The sound of the dead
Baalstorm
Baalstorm
Sarah Deep Tree!
Hears (I heard) the (Italian) cockoo sing
She alone perfect(issima)
Just her and me shaking and:
Jeanne d'Arc, parfaite
Was inside her
She saw the flames in her mane
Heard her name, "the most important dream"
Bowered with figs and dates and
The flowers on fire
The French flamme
"Beauties for the Beast
(s full of grace, don't you think?"
"I would love to talk to you about, oh, everything!"
And the "(Then) I remember our days in Roma
Remember all our words"
So what were your dreams
Whilst you sat in your womb
Uncreated children saw BaalStorm
Your voice over clouds
Crackling blue Murders
The Moon (was) full of fire
And you when I left
I though of you (as) the arc
(or) archon
Preyed over the Hills and (XXX) Rome's breasts
Well: to speak Coptic red to the
Beautifulhosts in the deserts
But left nothing to space?
The yard is full, piled to no room
Here at your inn
And your voice was high
Full of longing
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