| Song | In the Heart of the Wood and What I Found There |
| Artist | Current 93 |
| Album | Thunder Perfect Mind |
| 作词 : Current Ninety Three ... | |
| in the heart of the wood | |
| in the closed forest | |
| christ appeared to me | |
| in several forms | |
| one two three four | |
| swastika i'm told | |
| on the cliffs of mother | |
| i walked with mary | |
| behind the eyes of his innocence or guile | |
| the young old man talks of the brittle walls | |
| that held his son pinionned pinionned pinionned | |
| mary walks on the cliffs but not on waters | |
| then christ appeared as wind | |
| mary runs down from the high walls | |
| christ appears as flowers | |
| down long path she walks | |
| christ appears as the rubble | |
| that holds the stones | |
| that holds the paths | |
| that holds the feet to the bones of the earth | |
| oh if she waits | |
| if she waits | |
| if she waits | |
| if she waits | |
| if she waits | |
| christ manifests slowly | |
| as the dust on her eyes | |
| before she falls again into fields of sleep | |
| i would like this anger to dissolve | |
| and i wait for another | |
| revolution or revelation | |
| it doesn't too much matter | |
| when i see blood in wheals | |
| all shall be well she said | |
| but not to me | |
| not to me | |
| the skeleton of the universe | |
| barbed wire of blues and stars | |
| remains unmoved | |
| when the mother ocean covers me | |
| i rush to drown with her breakers | |
| all shall be well she said | |
| she said all shall be well | |
| but not for me | |
| but not for me |
| zuò cí : Current Ninety Three ... | |
| in the heart of the wood | |
| in the closed forest | |
| christ appeared to me | |
| in several forms | |
| one two three four | |
| swastika i' m told | |
| on the cliffs of mother | |
| i walked with mary | |
| behind the eyes of his innocence or guile | |
| the young old man talks of the brittle walls | |
| that held his son pinionned pinionned pinionned | |
| mary walks on the cliffs but not on waters | |
| then christ appeared as wind | |
| mary runs down from the high walls | |
| christ appears as flowers | |
| down long path she walks | |
| christ appears as the rubble | |
| that holds the stones | |
| that holds the paths | |
| that holds the feet to the bones of the earth | |
| oh if she waits | |
| if she waits | |
| if she waits | |
| if she waits | |
| if she waits | |
| christ manifests slowly | |
| as the dust on her eyes | |
| before she falls again into fields of sleep | |
| i would like this anger to dissolve | |
| and i wait for another | |
| revolution or revelation | |
| it doesn' t too much matter | |
| when i see blood in wheals | |
| all shall be well she said | |
| but not to me | |
| not to me | |
| the skeleton of the universe | |
| barbed wire of blues and stars | |
| remains unmoved | |
| when the mother ocean covers me | |
| i rush to drown with her breakers | |
| all shall be well she said | |
| she said all shall be well | |
| but not for me | |
| but not for me |