Current 93 - The Child, And Fire

In that city that's set upon a hill
Under its field, the flowers grow
Glorious under the kill of the crow
And in later stag unnamed
In my dreams, the dusk is growing to burst
And burn and shine blaze
On her lap, oh, the pussies nap
And in her lies, the child and fire
Cream of queens and dreams of kingdom
Whilst by the night the bus-stops drift
In soft sweet night, lovers dream and hold other lovers tight
This is the book you gave to me
I see your name has been unclaimed
In other kind lives, our lives slip by
Saw no face, knew no trace
The silver thumb is ringed too tight
And treat, the sound is set
By the left-hand clock
The soft Sun is broken by the night
So sweet, she spilled into the table
Marked with kisses but in the hold
Swift is the fall and harsh is the fall
High in the skies
Are the masks of clouds
Harsh in the silence
As naked in the room in which we disappear
And will meet the child and fire
By the post office, the soft smoke curls by
And by the swell
All is well with the sea
In time for tea, in time for end
The slow stars send notes in my mind
The clock dark clicks on
Down the street where the scaffold pinks
The silent station by the flowers' flow
Beside the still lawn-mover
The graves of our coming suns
And in the shop, the sale is done
As quick as flies
Fly down the street to sleep
The singer is ringing the bells
And in the walls, the colourful cartoons
Are covered with sores