Passenger Aleph In Name - Current 93

Beyond I am

Bails out the stars

Starting the sound of

First the air goes and then the heart

So was that Omega point?

Just butterfly to the sun

Points fingers as the graves awake

The moon is dead, long live the moon

And Ms. Tricky hides

Beside your lying eyes

The hotel snuffed in snow

In the wrappers the rubble was sugar sweet

Smelled of paper eyes and the lovely smoke

Of the forests burning in the storms

Baal storm and in the house of mercy

On the airline screen pops up in prophecy

Passenger Aleph in name

So I caught in the worlds of the star makers

And the fakers of grief

And there was no sadness in the tractors broken

Over ghost fields

On the wall of grace buffeted by the Baal storm

Bowed heads as sinner’s turns of phrase

And bowed trace mild in the heart of the wood

At frost or fear

She was queen Apollo

She was queen of gates

Well, the lamb’s blood’s washed me clean

Called me to sing Omega