| Song | Christ and the Pale Queens Mighty in Sorrow |
| Artist | Current 93 |
| Album | Hitler as Kalki |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Current Ninety Three ... | |
| Christ and the pale queens | |
| I am without origin and from whom every beginning comes forth | |
| I am the ancient of days to declare that i am a day by myself | |
| Alone I am the day that does not shine by the sun rather by me | |
| That the sun is ignited I am the reason that it is | |
| Not made perceptible by anyone else | |
| Rather I am the one | |
| I own every being that lives, draws breath, and soothes to gaze at my | |
| Countenance | |
| I have created mirrors in which I consider myself without end | |
| Through wonders of my originality i have prepared for myself these mirrors | |
| So they may revend and maintain song of praise | |
| For I have a voice like a thunderbolt by which i keep in motion the entire | |
| Universe | |
| In the living sounds of all creation and this I have done who am the ancient of | |
| Days | |
| By my word which was and is without beginning i calls all the mighty lights to | |
| Emerge | |
| And in this light countless sparks which are angels | |
| But when the angels came to awareness withint their light | |
| They forgot me and wanted to be as i am | |
| Therefore the vengeance of my punitive zeal rejected in thunderclaps those | |
| Beings | |
| Which had presumed to contradict me | |
| For there is only one God and no other but me | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| And we bow our knees before him | |
| Who is dead from the beginning | |
| And his law was the law of the lies | |
| And his temples were temples of pain | |
| His Christ and his pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| With their dogma and their doctrine of deceit | |
| He created thw world in his glory | |
| So we should offer him praise | |
| But Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Wait in judgment with their feet bathed in blood | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| A world without end, amen | |
| From Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| A trinity of lies and deceit | |
| And their love was for them and their friends | |
| And their lies for books they wrote | |
| And their deceit bring down my pain | |
| And the mushroom clouds were falling | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Shall wait at the end of all time | |
| Will you believe in a God that is dead? | |
| Who may die in an article of faith | |
| Whose beauty is nailed to our face | |
| A Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| The fates and faith of the dead | |
| Sometimes falling softly like winter's snow | |
| Sometimes falling ice so hard with red rain made of blood | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| A throne at the end of the road | |
| We shall crawl with our knees so broken | |
| Ripped and torn and burned and pulled and dragged on the way | |
| We were turning, we were burning in the fires | |
| And the people that stoked it are they | |
| It was Christ that left tenants of love | |
| The Armageddon angels of bliss | |
| Apocalypse with a kiss | |
| From Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| And every Apocalypse was theirs | |
| And the fun of the fare, impaled | |
| And their flames were the shadows on our lives | |
| Flames filled with war | |
| Turning and burning at the gods | |
| Of Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| How much longer do we live under a cloud | |
| In the shadow of shit that they gave us | |
| Every religion has its price | |
| And we have all paid and paid and paid and paid | |
| Again and again and again | |
| And we carry our pain in our blood | |
| He was not alone when he shed the red fluid of his life | |
| It was finished for him but not us | |
| And they stand still in their judgment of us | |
| Oh Christ and the pale queens | |
| Christ and the pale queens | |
| And soon their turn shall come | |
| Will they turn on the rack as before | |
| And dogs cast their throats to the sun | |
| As we cast down these idols | |
| Oh Christ and your pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Give us your blessing, give us your hearing | |
| Look upon on us your children with love | |
| We have sinned, we have burned, we are wrong | |
| But give us your blessing, not your vengeance | |
| Oh Christ and your gods | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ! | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Look on this, look on this your handiwork | |
| All of this is yours | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Again and again you give and you take away | |
| And all that we are left with now is filth | |
| Gentle, innocent and mild | |
| Mighty one is love alone | |
| My saviour's love to me | |
| Love to the loveless | |
| So that we might love thee | |
| Gentle, Jesus is a shine | |
| You in your sole corner | |
| And me in mine | |
| I am the law of the laws | |
| He came down from heavens and danced on the earth | |
| The tune of Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| And wars upserged the flame of locusts | |
| And many years of many more to come | |
| Thanks to Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| And give every Christmas wrapped in the colour of the pale sheep of Galilea | |
| Nail to each promise | |
| Oh Christ and the pale queens give us mercy | |
| They're so good and they're so fine | |
| Giver and taker of life | |
| A kiss from the Apocalypse | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
| zuo ci : Current Ninety Three ... | |
| Christ and the pale queens | |
| I am without origin and from whom every beginning comes forth | |
| I am the ancient of days to declare that i am a day by myself | |
| Alone I am the day that does not shine by the sun rather by me | |
| That the sun is ignited I am the reason that it is | |
| Not made perceptible by anyone else | |
| Rather I am the one | |
| I own every being that lives, draws breath, and soothes to gaze at my | |
| Countenance | |
| I have created mirrors in which I consider myself without end | |
| Through wonders of my originality i have prepared for myself these mirrors | |
| So they may revend and maintain song of praise | |
| For I have a voice like a thunderbolt by which i keep in motion the entire | |
| Universe | |
| In the living sounds of all creation and this I have done who am the ancient of | |
| Days | |
| By my word which was and is without beginning i calls all the mighty lights to | |
| Emerge | |
| And in this light countless sparks which are angels | |
| But when the angels came to awareness withint their light | |
| They forgot me and wanted to be as i am | |
| Therefore the vengeance of my punitive zeal rejected in thunderclaps those | |
| Beings | |
| Which had presumed to contradict me | |
| For there is only one God and no other but me | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| And we bow our knees before him | |
| Who is dead from the beginning | |
| And his law was the law of the lies | |
| And his temples were temples of pain | |
| His Christ and his pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| With their dogma and their doctrine of deceit | |
| He created thw world in his glory | |
| So we should offer him praise | |
| But Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Wait in judgment with their feet bathed in blood | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| A world without end, amen | |
| From Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| A trinity of lies and deceit | |
| And their love was for them and their friends | |
| And their lies for books they wrote | |
| And their deceit bring down my pain | |
| And the mushroom clouds were falling | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Shall wait at the end of all time | |
| Will you believe in a God that is dead? | |
| Who may die in an article of faith | |
| Whose beauty is nailed to our face | |
| A Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| The fates and faith of the dead | |
| Sometimes falling softly like winter' s snow | |
| Sometimes falling ice so hard with red rain made of blood | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| A throne at the end of the road | |
| We shall crawl with our knees so broken | |
| Ripped and torn and burned and pulled and dragged on the way | |
| We were turning, we were burning in the fires | |
| And the people that stoked it are they | |
| It was Christ that left tenants of love | |
| The Armageddon angels of bliss | |
| Apocalypse with a kiss | |
| From Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| And every Apocalypse was theirs | |
| And the fun of the fare, impaled | |
| And their flames were the shadows on our lives | |
| Flames filled with war | |
| Turning and burning at the gods | |
| Of Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| How much longer do we live under a cloud | |
| In the shadow of shit that they gave us | |
| Every religion has its price | |
| And we have all paid and paid and paid and paid | |
| Again and again and again | |
| And we carry our pain in our blood | |
| He was not alone when he shed the red fluid of his life | |
| It was finished for him but not us | |
| And they stand still in their judgment of us | |
| Oh Christ and the pale queens | |
| Christ and the pale queens | |
| And soon their turn shall come | |
| Will they turn on the rack as before | |
| And dogs cast their throats to the sun | |
| As we cast down these idols | |
| Oh Christ and your pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Give us your blessing, give us your hearing | |
| Look upon on us your children with love | |
| We have sinned, we have burned, we are wrong | |
| But give us your blessing, not your vengeance | |
| Oh Christ and your gods | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ! | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Look on this, look on this your handiwork | |
| All of this is yours | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Again and again you give and you take away | |
| And all that we are left with now is filth | |
| Gentle, innocent and mild | |
| Mighty one is love alone | |
| My saviour' s love to me | |
| Love to the loveless | |
| So that we might love thee | |
| Gentle, Jesus is a shine | |
| You in your sole corner | |
| And me in mine | |
| I am the law of the laws | |
| He came down from heavens and danced on the earth | |
| The tune of Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| And wars upserged the flame of locusts | |
| And many years of many more to come | |
| Thanks to Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| And give every Christmas wrapped in the colour of the pale sheep of Galilea | |
| Nail to each promise | |
| Oh Christ and the pale queens give us mercy | |
| They' re so good and they' re so fine | |
| Giver and taker of life | |
| A kiss from the Apocalypse | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
| zuò cí : Current Ninety Three ... | |
| Christ and the pale queens | |
| I am without origin and from whom every beginning comes forth | |
| I am the ancient of days to declare that i am a day by myself | |
| Alone I am the day that does not shine by the sun rather by me | |
| That the sun is ignited I am the reason that it is | |
| Not made perceptible by anyone else | |
| Rather I am the one | |
| I own every being that lives, draws breath, and soothes to gaze at my | |
| Countenance | |
| I have created mirrors in which I consider myself without end | |
| Through wonders of my originality i have prepared for myself these mirrors | |
| So they may revend and maintain song of praise | |
| For I have a voice like a thunderbolt by which i keep in motion the entire | |
| Universe | |
| In the living sounds of all creation and this I have done who am the ancient of | |
| Days | |
| By my word which was and is without beginning i calls all the mighty lights to | |
| Emerge | |
| And in this light countless sparks which are angels | |
| But when the angels came to awareness withint their light | |
| They forgot me and wanted to be as i am | |
| Therefore the vengeance of my punitive zeal rejected in thunderclaps those | |
| Beings | |
| Which had presumed to contradict me | |
| For there is only one God and no other but me | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| And we bow our knees before him | |
| Who is dead from the beginning | |
| And his law was the law of the lies | |
| And his temples were temples of pain | |
| His Christ and his pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| With their dogma and their doctrine of deceit | |
| He created thw world in his glory | |
| So we should offer him praise | |
| But Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Wait in judgment with their feet bathed in blood | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| A world without end, amen | |
| From Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| A trinity of lies and deceit | |
| And their love was for them and their friends | |
| And their lies for books they wrote | |
| And their deceit bring down my pain | |
| And the mushroom clouds were falling | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Shall wait at the end of all time | |
| Will you believe in a God that is dead? | |
| Who may die in an article of faith | |
| Whose beauty is nailed to our face | |
| A Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| The fates and faith of the dead | |
| Sometimes falling softly like winter' s snow | |
| Sometimes falling ice so hard with red rain made of blood | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| A throne at the end of the road | |
| We shall crawl with our knees so broken | |
| Ripped and torn and burned and pulled and dragged on the way | |
| We were turning, we were burning in the fires | |
| And the people that stoked it are they | |
| It was Christ that left tenants of love | |
| The Armageddon angels of bliss | |
| Apocalypse with a kiss | |
| From Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| And every Apocalypse was theirs | |
| And the fun of the fare, impaled | |
| And their flames were the shadows on our lives | |
| Flames filled with war | |
| Turning and burning at the gods | |
| Of Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| How much longer do we live under a cloud | |
| In the shadow of shit that they gave us | |
| Every religion has its price | |
| And we have all paid and paid and paid and paid | |
| Again and again and again | |
| And we carry our pain in our blood | |
| He was not alone when he shed the red fluid of his life | |
| It was finished for him but not us | |
| And they stand still in their judgment of us | |
| Oh Christ and the pale queens | |
| Christ and the pale queens | |
| And soon their turn shall come | |
| Will they turn on the rack as before | |
| And dogs cast their throats to the sun | |
| As we cast down these idols | |
| Oh Christ and your pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Give us your blessing, give us your hearing | |
| Look upon on us your children with love | |
| We have sinned, we have burned, we are wrong | |
| But give us your blessing, not your vengeance | |
| Oh Christ and your gods | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ! | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Look on this, look on this your handiwork | |
| All of this is yours | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Again and again you give and you take away | |
| And all that we are left with now is filth | |
| Gentle, innocent and mild | |
| Mighty one is love alone | |
| My saviour' s love to me | |
| Love to the loveless | |
| So that we might love thee | |
| Gentle, Jesus is a shine | |
| You in your sole corner | |
| And me in mine | |
| I am the law of the laws | |
| He came down from heavens and danced on the earth | |
| The tune of Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| And wars upserged the flame of locusts | |
| And many years of many more to come | |
| Thanks to Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| And give every Christmas wrapped in the colour of the pale sheep of Galilea | |
| Nail to each promise | |
| Oh Christ and the pale queens give us mercy | |
| They' re so good and they' re so fine | |
| Giver and taker of life | |
| A kiss from the Apocalypse | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow | |
| Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |