Like Luther�s army and Abel�s brother
I woke to find only to smother
An angel fat at Satan�s feast
Where falsehood, childhood, and loneliness cease

Delicate like grief, I am rapist well-heeled
Double the echo of silence like a dusty dead rose
Contaminate with neglect every little heart
Should end up broken and shrouded by fog

Like Luther�s army and Abel�s brother
I woke to find only to smother
An angel fat at Satan�s feast
Where falsehood, childhood, and loneliness cease

Asleep in the stubble of autumn
The pain was Calvary
Our living is empty!
The dead of it �
The dread of it �

Like Luther�s Army.........



2. God�s Golden Sperm

Paranoia is an icy start, but a start nonetheless
A convenient memory is a gift from God
A gift from life and sodomy

The domination of lies
Break and brand all, secret dreams,
Divine godlike � goldlike, spermlike
We gather, we sow, we scheme

The domination of lies
Break and brand all, secret dreams,
Divine godlike � goldlike, spermlike
We gather, we sow, we scheme

The siren voids old fool�s destiny
That death will seal their crown prince liberty



3. Omen-Filled Season

To black framed witness
From black framed guilt
A misery of springtime
And a weekend of absolute

I remember the wilds around me
Whispered �brutality�
The strangest apology of all

This omen filled season
Not sudden or rushed
No fear of volunteer
I reject it!

I remember the wilds around me
Whispered �brutality�
The strangest apology of all

Symbols of the sun
Symbols of the snow
For those who go beyond
For those who go below

Symbols of the sun
Symbols of the snow
For those who go beyond
For those who go below

Symbols of the sun
Symbols of the snow
For those who go beyond
For those who go below

How many miles
To Babyland?
Well, it�s there
And back again

Your bellied walls
Are clouding towards me
Look here and there
Look around!
I�ll take you to Jerusalem
The black
And to Babylon the Golden

The wet silvered stars
The gold mouthed
Wet speared sun
Beyond your heart
They guide you to

Jerusalem the black and there to Babylon the golden
Lovely kissed stoneworks blessed by many hands
And lips all in the silence were dragged on knees
To Jerusalem the sleeping
And to Babylon the Great

Babylon awake and laughing
Jerusalem asleep and smiling
Someone I know he holds a gun
And shoots with his heart in Jesus



6. Luther�s Army
Vocals: David Tibet
NAZIS PUSH INTO RUSSIA

Like Luther�s army and Abel�s brother
I woke to find only to smother
An angel fat at Satan�s feast
Where falsehood, childhood, and loneliness cease

Delicate like grief, I am rapist well-heeled
Double the echo of silence like a dusty dead rose
Contaminate with neglect every little heart
Should end up broken and shrouded by fog

Like Luther�s army and Abel�s brother
I woke to find only to smother
An angel fat at Satan�s feast
Where falsehood, childhood, and loneliness cease

Asleep in the stubble of autumn
The pain was Calvary
Our living is empty!
The dead of it �
The dread of it �

Like Luther�s Army.........



7. 13 Years of Carrion

I found the grief within my heart
And through that pain and life in parts
There�s a wilderness I know
In that wilderness I grow

A found opportunity
To hunt for time and bounty
In this my deep valley
The blood seed of our majesty

With all four seasons and their marathon
And with dark coronation
I found my 13 years of carrion

With all four seasons and their marathon
And with dark coronation
I found my 13 years of carrion

When you prey in silence and see our Jesus stagger
Awake and take a perfumed candle and use life like a dagger

I�m your accidental prot�g�
The gift, the blood, the thrown-away

I�m your accidental prot�g�
The grave of love, the yesterday

I�m your accidental prot�g�
The gift, the blood, the thrown-away

I�m your accidental prot�g�
The grave of love, the yesterday

Rose clouds of holocaust
Rose clouds of flies
Rose clouds of bitter
Bitter, bitter lies

And when the angels of ignorance
Fall down from your eyes
Rose clouds of holocaust
Rose clouds of lies

Rose clouds of twilight truth
Rose clouds of night
Rose clouds of harvested
Love, all alight

And when the ashes of life
Fall down from the skies
Rose clouds of holocaust
Rose clouds of lies�..

And festivals end
As festivals must
From the hooded crows of Rome
To the falcons of Zagreb
Oh, Mother Victim of Jesus
Lie down in Sydney�s Dust
For festivals end as festivals must



10. Lifebooks
Vocals By: David Tibet

The spinning of heads
The spinning ahead He said to me he knew evil
Life in reverse, life out of balance
Stupid as it sounds, like a wolf running
Cross country, cross nations, cross life This hunt is on � it always has been
In ever corner, in every field a trap waits
Along with its owner
Like someone said about the hunter: As soon as he stops, he becomes the hunted
I am the cunning animal, I am the hunter
The life I never read�dead?
Rise, rise, rise�.. The swirling sound of swastikas
Like rotor blades of thought
Threshing the wheat out from the chaft All this is a dream
All this is a dream
The mother clouds

�Si quidem deus inquit
Est unde mala?
Bona vero unde, si non est?�

�Si quidem deus inquit
Est unde mala?
Bona vero unde, si non est?�

�Si quidem deus inquit
Est unde mala?
Bona vero unde, si non est?�

It�s A Dream......

Altogether dead you are
Altogether dead you shall be
It�s a dream, it�s a dream
From the corner of my mind
The swirling sound of the orchestra
From the corner of my lips
The words have already fallen like honey
From the corner of my eye
A million birds of dreamy image wing
It�s a dream , It�s a dream
It�s a dream .....








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