Anyway, People Die - Current 93

Scythes

And the oil staggers

Over waters

Blue sky may stay

Blue sky or grey

And the rain falls

On life

On life

On life

On life

On life

And once you go beyond

Once you go beyond

The line between

Human

And inhuman

Disappears

Disappears

Disappears…

How the trees stand

Oh how the wind strives

And people to bend

Are we left with nothing?

A Cross appears

Between the horns

Of a stag

And burning light

Blinds the hunter

And firstly I stood proud

Fuelled by white and beast

Then bowed till I…

Almost broken

A row of Christ’s

Stare down on me And their several likenesses

Flame and torch my walls

Othal, odal bloody

Then scared and scabbed

Who am I?

Who do you say I am?

As I hobble on To the land of the dull

Wings or wheels

Wings or wheels

Now I’m like a silly boy

Now I’m like a Wandering Jew

And he goes on And thus I linger

And anyway

People die

And anyway

People die…