I Looked To The Southside Of The Door Lyrics - Current 93

Adam stands on docetic mountain 

The woman's face is full of stars 

In the words of the book 

And with the lips of the book 

And the trumpet and the seal 

And the candlestick that lights 

Up your bed with seeds and flowers 

And the lion on your rug 

That's roaring like a lamb 

On the rack and on its back 

I call the martyrs on wheels 

To this piss-poor mess 

And the blood spreading like flies 

Under the table and the gable 

Breathing curtains of eyes 

That shift uneasily 

And sniff like foxes at count 

With feathers following the mind 

That stitches quilts 

And pours cats into comets 

Oh microwave oh galaxy kill 

All the night and its names 

On docetic drawn mountain 

My dragon arises 

Scaling plastic Christs 

With no back and no face 

He has stolen space 

And has solemn to spare 

And kisses mountains 

Covered with useless snow 

For Paise and for Thekla 

Under low volcanoes 

Fearful wails to fall 

Under his brothers 

And Bloodface kills again 

And smothers the wheels 

Drawing in the dirt 

There is Ashkai 

Under psychic attack since eight 

I saw the bells by the jar 

I saw the teeth in the jaw 

And saw the pale drains 

Mind sinking empty wine 

Useless in the heathen Eden 

How great was the jungle 

Dogs clutch heads and 

Catch and call fall bulls 

Murmuring like lovely streams 

That pulse and hurtle 

My clock shot shut