| Song | The Sea Priestess |
| Artist | Coil |
| Album | Astral Disaster [LP] |
| 作词 : Balance | |
| On the sea coast of Tibet | |
| Egyptian Aztecs are arriving from Norway | |
| They've been varnishing the woodwork for forty-three centuries | |
| Here, Nature is naked, her acrobats bathed in blood | |
| There's a beast of prey on the threshold of pleasure | |
| And the giantess, sea priestess, beckons the passers-by | |
| "Do not lose sight of the sea. Do not lose sight to the sea." | |
| Her wizened mouthpiece whistles with silver fishes | |
| Swirls of spider-crabs crackle like Wimshurst mechanicals | |
| All around her, jellies are diaphanous | |
| After washing myself clean, I had breakfast with the sea priestess | |
| Whose sibilant esses are escaping gas from the sea floor | |
| The sea priestess lays on a bed of nails | |
| Twenty-seven lead soldiers at her head | |
| The sea priestess is escaping gas | |
| The grass that grows is turned to gas | |
| Gas fired from a gun, herbal hydrogen | |
| If it goes any faster there'll be an astral disaster | |
| If it goes any faster there'll be an astral disaster | |
| We spent the rest of time | |
| With furious faking of dreaming | |
| Pissing tiny diamonds, and passing the time wondering | |
| Whether we should walk down the same path | |
| That had introduced us to the valley the day before | |
| I was woken three times in the night | |
| And asked to watch whales, listen for earthquakes in the sea | |
| I had never seen such a strange sight before | |
| Somehow I think the soft verges of insanity | |
| At the hard shoulders of reality | |
| Point past signs posted in the past sea | |
| It's probably a lack of poor visibility | |
| And something special in the sand | |
| And the essences the rocks on the seashore make | |
| The men here are desiccated like mummies | |
| Been out in the sun for thousands of years, walking along | |
| The women stuff themselves full of collagen and other animal remains | |
| I don't think we'll stay here long | |
| As soon as the ships have been rebuilt, we'll be out of here | |
| Into the sun | |
| Our ship was wrecked on the sea coast of Tibet | |
| The first thing we saw were several Egyptian Aztecs arriving from Norway | |
| Here all nature is naked | |
| We watch acrobats bathing themselves in blood | |
| And over the doorway is a beast of prey | |
| Straddled on the threshold of pleasure | |
| And a giantess, sea priestess, beckoning the passers-by | |
| She implores them, "Do not lose sight of the sea." | |
| She says, "Do not lose sight to the sea." |
| zuò cí : Balance | |
| On the sea coast of Tibet | |
| Egyptian Aztecs are arriving from Norway | |
| They' ve been varnishing the woodwork for fortythree centuries | |
| Here, Nature is naked, her acrobats bathed in blood | |
| There' s a beast of prey on the threshold of pleasure | |
| And the giantess, sea priestess, beckons the passersby | |
| " Do not lose sight of the sea. Do not lose sight to the sea." | |
| Her wizened mouthpiece whistles with silver fishes | |
| Swirls of spidercrabs crackle like Wimshurst mechanicals | |
| All around her, jellies are diaphanous | |
| After washing myself clean, I had breakfast with the sea priestess | |
| Whose sibilant esses are escaping gas from the sea floor | |
| The sea priestess lays on a bed of nails | |
| Twentyseven lead soldiers at her head | |
| The sea priestess is escaping gas | |
| The grass that grows is turned to gas | |
| Gas fired from a gun, herbal hydrogen | |
| If it goes any faster there' ll be an astral disaster | |
| If it goes any faster there' ll be an astral disaster | |
| We spent the rest of time | |
| With furious faking of dreaming | |
| Pissing tiny diamonds, and passing the time wondering | |
| Whether we should walk down the same path | |
| That had introduced us to the valley the day before | |
| I was woken three times in the night | |
| And asked to watch whales, listen for earthquakes in the sea | |
| I had never seen such a strange sight before | |
| Somehow I think the soft verges of insanity | |
| At the hard shoulders of reality | |
| Point past signs posted in the past sea | |
| It' s probably a lack of poor visibility | |
| And something special in the sand | |
| And the essences the rocks on the seashore make | |
| The men here are desiccated like mummies | |
| Been out in the sun for thousands of years, walking along | |
| The women stuff themselves full of collagen and other animal remains | |
| I don' t think we' ll stay here long | |
| As soon as the ships have been rebuilt, we' ll be out of here | |
| Into the sun | |
| Our ship was wrecked on the sea coast of Tibet | |
| The first thing we saw were several Egyptian Aztecs arriving from Norway | |
| Here all nature is naked | |
| We watch acrobats bathing themselves in blood | |
| And over the doorway is a beast of prey | |
| Straddled on the threshold of pleasure | |
| And a giantess, sea priestess, beckoning the passersby | |
| She implores them, " Do not lose sight of the sea." | |
| She says, " Do not lose sight to the sea." |