Cuckoo - Current 93

I saw and thought I drew the Dark

Opened down the doors

That led to lead and salt

The cuckoos that melt kisses

Back to the criminal sketch

Of crayon spells and biro grimoires

Katasonic Parangelic

The theory is filled

With hopes and nodes

Catching breath

Dreaming vowels

And underage the horses

Underwater in their hearts

Beating in the cemetery snow

By hedge and sedge

I dodged Gog

But marked Magog out

On the promised plain

Gutted health open and slid down

Into hundreds of hells

Singing like ovens

In the middle of the rushes

And hiding from the storms

Katasonic Parangelic