Текст и слова песни Current 93 – A Song For Douglas After He's Dead
He crouches on the floor, there's a mask on the wall
And he leafs, through the pages of a book
But wait as he may in the shadow of other leaves
His heart, in embraces to times long since scorched
The horizont folds over, with a purpose sun rise
And the wind, carry smoke, from a earth that is burning
The smoke clogs in his hair, and he's covered with patterns
And a decent, of life trees, on his camouflaged soul
With a winter of memories, carved ponder bone white
Beyond his sculls for, a scorpion lies
In the crunch of the snow, as his darkness increases
A twilight of ice, encircles his teeth
This is a song for Douglas, after he's dead
This is a song for Douglas, his mercury dances
There's a swastika carved, in the palm of his hand
There's a crooked cross, that is caught in his mind
There waits a falling sun, in his eyes
There's the honor, of violence, on his lips
His father waits for him, in the towers of silence
Where they worship the fires, so long ago cringed
But the two willow trees, with el has inverted
The fork of life snapped
They are father and son
So mingling dust, as if life itself, had been mostly illusion
But parchly real
And parchly pain
And over some wall, if you look through rebels
Amongst ruins of churches, where life conquers death
Thou empires can not last, where blood and concepts
The folted and failed
A cloud still sow his teeth
As the world disappears
This is a song for Douglas, after he's dead
This is a song for my Douglas, his mercury dances
And he leafs, through the pages of a book
But wait as he may in the shadow of other leaves
His heart, in embraces to times long since scorched
The horizont folds over, with a purpose sun rise
And the wind, carry smoke, from a earth that is burning
The smoke clogs in his hair, and he's covered with patterns
And a decent, of life trees, on his camouflaged soul
With a winter of memories, carved ponder bone white
Beyond his sculls for, a scorpion lies
In the crunch of the snow, as his darkness increases
A twilight of ice, encircles his teeth
This is a song for Douglas, after he's dead
This is a song for Douglas, his mercury dances
There's a swastika carved, in the palm of his hand
There's a crooked cross, that is caught in his mind
There waits a falling sun, in his eyes
There's the honor, of violence, on his lips
His father waits for him, in the towers of silence
Where they worship the fires, so long ago cringed
But the two willow trees, with el has inverted
The fork of life snapped
They are father and son
So mingling dust, as if life itself, had been mostly illusion
But parchly real
And parchly pain
And over some wall, if you look through rebels
Amongst ruins of churches, where life conquers death
Thou empires can not last, where blood and concepts
The folted and failed
A cloud still sow his teeth
As the world disappears
This is a song for Douglas, after he's dead
This is a song for my Douglas, his mercury dances
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