Black Ships In The Sky - Current 93

Sudden the colours

And I see peace

Not as a sword

But as a candle

My legs were like frogs

Bubble green blisters

I was a dog or a calf

Licking the Eucharist

With my bride back lake

Tigrous fibre blooming

Shining like daffodils

The clouds scud along the wires

Left trailed hawk

Mothlike your eyes

Tender antennae

And curious your face at Evensong

Whilst the dwarves offer big faces

To clipped cracked songs

Dreaming of «Hey-ho, the old grey mare is dead»

She died in the pantry

Whistling for dead Dixie

A Black Ship sucked her soul

And took her to that good old-time

Armageddon music

Eclipsed by words

I woke up this morning

I woke up this morning

I woke up this morning

With pieces on my mind

The huge tree bubbles in its arms

And long processions

Kill the kings and cover

The babies in soap paradise

Pure glass in the cactus smile

Of the Madonna of Chandeliers

And I do believe

And I don’t believe

And I do believe

And I don’t believe

In the ghosts of your eyes

That call to me from trees

In the muddy distances

There’s Black Ships in the sky

Black Ships in the sky

And Black Ships in my eye

Black ships in my eye

And snakes borrowed from the sky