With Flowers In The Garden Of Fires Lyrics
| Song | With Flowers In The Garden Of Fires |
| Artist | Current 93 |
| Album | Baalstorm, Sing Omega |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You look beautiful still in the cloths | |
| You wear in the photograph | |
| If you could see the missiles that count time | |
| As I have seen them and ride them | |
| "I am the hare with the eyes of coiled rope | |
| Drawing the teeth of the lupine moon" | |
| The Hunter lounges beside her studded with petals | |
| Magnifies the Valley | |
| In the Garden of Fires | |
| "Come with me and take my hand | |
| And walk the Gospel Milewide Smile" | |
| The head of the face | |
| Of the grave of heaven | |
| The fear on the tiny smile of | |
| SilverFlashState | |
| The agnoised pain of collisions of Crescents | |
| The apocalypse girl—Chiara in her hat— | |
| Sits and talks to atoms and planets | |
| That descend from the trees | |
| Bending their knees | |
| She calls my name knowing | |
| She is famed for the flowers | |
| That pour from her teeth | |
| Sometimes before Aquarius | |
| Gave birth to murders in armour | |
| Oh yeah! camoflage! | |
| Before the Stars of the Seas contacted me | |
| When we were still | |
| Æons | |
| Long, long times ago | |
| Haunted I wound string | |
| Haunting them | |
| Pulled umbilical cords from lovers' dream | |
| Made savage thread | |
| Worshipped pricks or frocks or creatures | |
| Called | |
| "Oh Lord!" | |
| Or | |
| "Death!" | |
| or | |
| "Party!" | |
| Look! The walker is on the grass | |
| Ebony or words for forms | |
| Let's piss peace on the shadows | |
| The | |
| "Oh Yeah! Oh Death!" | |
| chorus | |
| Rolls like sores over the wreckage | |
| Of minor moons and white electrics | |
| Lectures on despair | |
| Points to the Queer Queen's toes | |
| In silk or shit or space |
| You look beautiful still in the cloths | |
| You wear in the photograph | |
| If you could see the missiles that count time | |
| As I have seen them and ride them | |
| " I am the hare with the eyes of coiled rope | |
| Drawing the teeth of the lupine moon" | |
| The Hunter lounges beside her studded with petals | |
| Magnifies the Valley | |
| In the Garden of Fires | |
| " Come with me and take my hand | |
| And walk the Gospel Milewide Smile" | |
| The head of the face | |
| Of the grave of heaven | |
| The fear on the tiny smile of | |
| SilverFlashState | |
| The agnoised pain of collisions of Crescents | |
| The apocalypse girl Chiara in her hat | |
| Sits and talks to atoms and planets | |
| That descend from the trees | |
| Bending their knees | |
| She calls my name knowing | |
| She is famed for the flowers | |
| That pour from her teeth | |
| Sometimes before Aquarius | |
| Gave birth to murders in armour | |
| Oh yeah! camoflage! | |
| Before the Stars of the Seas contacted me | |
| When we were still | |
| ons | |
| Long, long times ago | |
| Haunted I wound string | |
| Haunting them | |
| Pulled umbilical cords from lovers' dream | |
| Made savage thread | |
| Worshipped pricks or frocks or creatures | |
| Called | |
| " Oh Lord!" | |
| Or | |
| " Death!" | |
| or | |
| " Party!" | |
| Look! The walker is on the grass | |
| Ebony or words for forms | |
| Let' s piss peace on the shadows | |
| The | |
| " Oh Yeah! Oh Death!" | |
| chorus | |
| Rolls like sores over the wreckage | |
| Of minor moons and white electrics | |
| Lectures on despair | |
| Points to the Queer Queen' s toes | |
| In silk or shit or space |
| You look beautiful still in the cloths | |
| You wear in the photograph | |
| If you could see the missiles that count time | |
| As I have seen them and ride them | |
| " I am the hare with the eyes of coiled rope | |
| Drawing the teeth of the lupine moon" | |
| The Hunter lounges beside her studded with petals | |
| Magnifies the Valley | |
| In the Garden of Fires | |
| " Come with me and take my hand | |
| And walk the Gospel Milewide Smile" | |
| The head of the face | |
| Of the grave of heaven | |
| The fear on the tiny smile of | |
| SilverFlashState | |
| The agnoised pain of collisions of Crescents | |
| The apocalypse girl Chiara in her hat | |
| Sits and talks to atoms and planets | |
| That descend from the trees | |
| Bending their knees | |
| She calls my name knowing | |
| She is famed for the flowers | |
| That pour from her teeth | |
| Sometimes before Aquarius | |
| Gave birth to murders in armour | |
| Oh yeah! camoflage! | |
| Before the Stars of the Seas contacted me | |
| When we were still | |
| ons | |
| Long, long times ago | |
| Haunted I wound string | |
| Haunting them | |
| Pulled umbilical cords from lovers' dream | |
| Made savage thread | |
| Worshipped pricks or frocks or creatures | |
| Called | |
| " Oh Lord!" | |
| Or | |
| " Death!" | |
| or | |
| " Party!" | |
| Look! The walker is on the grass | |
| Ebony or words for forms | |
| Let' s piss peace on the shadows | |
| The | |
| " Oh Yeah! Oh Death!" | |
| chorus | |
| Rolls like sores over the wreckage | |
| Of minor moons and white electrics | |
| Lectures on despair | |
| Points to the Queer Queen' s toes | |
| In silk or shit or space |
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