Тексты песен Current 93

There are my hands And there are my eyes Clad in high high hills Impotent The leper lord Clad in bloody robes Jesus wept Jesus wept Jesus wept Jesus jesus Jesus wept Jesus wept Christus, Christus Chri

I was awake dreaming Of new Dystopias to run to And hide within And new faces to wear And new bodies to inhabit And new lies to guzzle And how I loved the moon And its sheets of seeds The moon tiding