| Song | The Nudes Lift Shields for War |
| Artist | Current 93 |
| Album | Baalstorm, Sing Omega |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The West got the rest it deserved | |
| Drowning | |
| under oysters | |
| Sailing on disappearance | |
| Underwater | |
| But infallible the blossoms | |
| In the far night | |
| Under the tabernacle | |
| The mermaids drift joylessly | |
| Queer metermaids | |
| Snapdragon elves | |
| Invert against Æons | |
| That guided missiles | |
| Into the Alchemist's home | |
| The credit card is cancelled | |
| The | |
| Storm | |
| —her eye on the sores | |
| And the eyes and ears | |
| Of wild blind eyes | |
| The buckethome | |
| Of the unready phrase | |
| Grand marsh of the ⲛⲓϥⲉ | |
| "Night! Death! Storm! Omega!" | |
| The traffic lights flicker out at Mamre | |
| The last thing I saw were your eyes | |
| They were as loud as stars | |
| As mute as the twilight sinking | |
| Over the olive tree | |
| Licking | |
| flames | |
| from the | |
| burning | |
| bush | |
| Scales stairs always up | |
| The monsoon was driven by the | |
| storms | |
| Into the valleys | |
| By | |
| chic | |
| tombs the swallows drift | |
| Ironic to their end | |
| The kittens fill turquoise cages | |
| In time to the milkmaid's slow calling | |
| Pain in the plough in the fields | |
| The green greedy fields | |
| Bleed lace and dream | |
| Machines and chips | |
| And Aladdin's wires | |
| The alleluia buzzes | |
| Brimming with sounds of | |
| storms | |
| and vowels | |
| As voiced by the deaf | |
| On the palates the shapes and their heads | |
| Like berries lush in the summer | |
| We were all ready to drop | |
| The sound of the | |
| storm | |
| was spears | |
| Ripped phrases from the First Garden Log | |
| Sensational news! | |
| "The nudes lift shields for war!" | |
| But swivel and bank to the left | |
| Breast bared the amazon | |
| And blind lens shuts over rivers | |
| Hovering illly over the mist | |
| The | |
| cataract | |
| approaches might in grins | |
| Growls borrowed histories | |
| Maps are scored and scraped | |
| Debris, white pens, rust, root | |
| Swarf, machines, bad faith | |
| To Us | |
| Us | |
| Us | |
| Us | |
| The clouds | |
| drown | |
| in mists | |
| Covers the sow, the bristle | |
| The tiny mouth huddled | |
| In the box of blisters | |
| Floods comics of bibles |
| The West got the rest it deserved | |
| Drowning | |
| under oysters | |
| Sailing on disappearance | |
| Underwater | |
| But infallible the blossoms | |
| In the far night | |
| Under the tabernacle | |
| The mermaids drift joylessly | |
| Queer metermaids | |
| Snapdragon elves | |
| Invert against ons | |
| That guided missiles | |
| Into the Alchemist' s home | |
| The credit card is cancelled | |
| The | |
| Storm | |
| her eye on the sores | |
| And the eyes and ears | |
| Of wild blind eyes | |
| The buckethome | |
| Of the unready phrase | |
| Grand marsh of the | |
| " Night! Death! Storm! Omega!" | |
| The traffic lights flicker out at Mamre | |
| The last thing I saw were your eyes | |
| They were as loud as stars | |
| As mute as the twilight sinking | |
| Over the olive tree | |
| Licking | |
| flames | |
| from the | |
| burning | |
| bush | |
| Scales stairs always up | |
| The monsoon was driven by the | |
| storms | |
| Into the valleys | |
| By | |
| chic | |
| tombs the swallows drift | |
| Ironic to their end | |
| The kittens fill turquoise cages | |
| In time to the milkmaid' s slow calling | |
| Pain in the plough in the fields | |
| The green greedy fields | |
| Bleed lace and dream | |
| Machines and chips | |
| And Aladdin' s wires | |
| The alleluia buzzes | |
| Brimming with sounds of | |
| storms | |
| and vowels | |
| As voiced by the deaf | |
| On the palates the shapes and their heads | |
| Like berries lush in the summer | |
| We were all ready to drop | |
| The sound of the | |
| storm | |
| was spears | |
| Ripped phrases from the First Garden Log | |
| Sensational news! | |
| " The nudes lift shields for war!" | |
| But swivel and bank to the left | |
| Breast bared the amazon | |
| And blind lens shuts over rivers | |
| Hovering illly over the mist | |
| The | |
| cataract | |
| approaches might in grins | |
| Growls borrowed histories | |
| Maps are scored and scraped | |
| Debris, white pens, rust, root | |
| Swarf, machines, bad faith | |
| To Us | |
| Us | |
| Us | |
| Us | |
| The clouds | |
| drown | |
| in mists | |
| Covers the sow, the bristle | |
| The tiny mouth huddled | |
| In the box of blisters | |
| Floods comics of bibles |
| The West got the rest it deserved | |
| Drowning | |
| under oysters | |
| Sailing on disappearance | |
| Underwater | |
| But infallible the blossoms | |
| In the far night | |
| Under the tabernacle | |
| The mermaids drift joylessly | |
| Queer metermaids | |
| Snapdragon elves | |
| Invert against ons | |
| That guided missiles | |
| Into the Alchemist' s home | |
| The credit card is cancelled | |
| The | |
| Storm | |
| her eye on the sores | |
| And the eyes and ears | |
| Of wild blind eyes | |
| The buckethome | |
| Of the unready phrase | |
| Grand marsh of the | |
| " Night! Death! Storm! Omega!" | |
| The traffic lights flicker out at Mamre | |
| The last thing I saw were your eyes | |
| They were as loud as stars | |
| As mute as the twilight sinking | |
| Over the olive tree | |
| Licking | |
| flames | |
| from the | |
| burning | |
| bush | |
| Scales stairs always up | |
| The monsoon was driven by the | |
| storms | |
| Into the valleys | |
| By | |
| chic | |
| tombs the swallows drift | |
| Ironic to their end | |
| The kittens fill turquoise cages | |
| In time to the milkmaid' s slow calling | |
| Pain in the plough in the fields | |
| The green greedy fields | |
| Bleed lace and dream | |
| Machines and chips | |
| And Aladdin' s wires | |
| The alleluia buzzes | |
| Brimming with sounds of | |
| storms | |
| and vowels | |
| As voiced by the deaf | |
| On the palates the shapes and their heads | |
| Like berries lush in the summer | |
| We were all ready to drop | |
| The sound of the | |
| storm | |
| was spears | |
| Ripped phrases from the First Garden Log | |
| Sensational news! | |
| " The nudes lift shields for war!" | |
| But swivel and bank to the left | |
| Breast bared the amazon | |
| And blind lens shuts over rivers | |
| Hovering illly over the mist | |
| The | |
| cataract | |
| approaches might in grins | |
| Growls borrowed histories | |
| Maps are scored and scraped | |
| Debris, white pens, rust, root | |
| Swarf, machines, bad faith | |
| To Us | |
| Us | |
| Us | |
| Us | |
| The clouds | |
| drown | |
| in mists | |
| Covers the sow, the bristle | |
| The tiny mouth huddled | |
| In the box of blisters | |
| Floods comics of bibles |