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• Artiste: Current 93
• Titre: Alone
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Whilst I thought I was climbing I found myself descending Having lost my way let me go up Having lost my way let me go down I have no other work to do It would have been better no to be the mother It's sorrowful when a son goes away let alone and when he .. I watched quietly when the grave was being dug knowing that he won't come back and I won't be here for much longer Even if I become like a king or like the wind never never will death stay away But when he called me from above neither voice nor word to say yes we just say quietly yes to him It is a debt which must be paid Here is our flesh Take it from me It seems to me that I can't destroy it Having spent the day with pain Am I going to spend the night with pain? This living to eat is so tiring for me I am feeling cold inside Let me go on seeking fire Even death is better than this useless life The mast of a ship - a nakedness The leader of horse sheds the female breast He tramples down the vast furnace Godlike and piercing Binding and bitter and cleaving asunder Breaking and mending Abiding in a place Tending over nothingness Darkness tending onto corruption Darkness tending unto corruption Darkness tending unto corruption Merchants are trembling Dragged down unto horror Terrible and (?) The dust and the (?) Sublime circumcision Solitude and desolation A goatherd unto lost All destruction Grinding to hold her Withering and fading, The weeping of horses Flesh turn (?) The mountains are cast out Lions tremling with fury Thy braking in my barenness The destroyer of days The silent lion - we know him fury The death of flesh He moves with a creeping motion They destroy by the sky flame of their smoky breath The painbringers They shried with a long drawn cry