This Autisitic Imperium Is Nihil Reich - Current 93

This autistic Imperium

With paint and spick and span

Is Nihil Reich

Whilst wine calls meat

My friend at teatime

Wonders at the weight

Of the armies that wait

For Golden Caesar

Have face of Beast

With lips of long love wasted

In Trojan seas

I called God on the phone

Just yesterday and spoke to Breathface

He told me death arises for Bloodface

Doctor without possibilities of crime

(Let's call that «pixie time»)

To make light of the shouting in my head

I want to have lunch with the Umbrella Ladies

I want to make love with the Umbrella Ladies

Who inhabit the stealing time

I got this from the night-owl singing

«Policeman, policeman, is there anyone there?»

If the Great Turk eats Empire

Well is that countdown?

Or just Twinkletoes eating his face?

Whilst the wicked incense batters the church

Outside the church

Outside the church walls

Bloodface waits

He is twisting time

And selling sweets to sweethearts

Who have painted mountains for money

They sell their bodies to the Ice Cream Queens

Autistic Imperium

You have arisen as a way of cutting the Centre

Out of this world

Christ made a dance

Which turned into a trance

A thousand pick-axes are stored in Babylon

Destroyer?

Nihil Reich?

Empty as the face

I saw when I awake with eyes as big as bugs

God made a nothing of nothing

He called the swans to roost in the ruins

Of fast-food lakes

And I say like Lazarus I arise in time

For tea and toast and judgement

And all that stuff that rests in the land of Jack and Jill