Nada!  1985

   

Behind The Rose (Fields Of Rape)

In a foreign land
In a foreign time
Reaping time had come

I'm falling back into
Fields of rape
I'm falling back into
Fields of rape
We're falling back into
Fields of rape, my love

And this was the way
And those were the horrors
As father went reaping

I'm falling back into
Fields of rape
I'm falling back into
Fields of rape
We're falling back into
Fields of rape, my love

Crushed, crushed, crushed
Mother bleeding
Crushed, crushed, crushed
We stand grinning

In a foreign land
In a foreign time
Reaping time had come

C'Est Un RêVe

Où est Klaus Barbie
Où est Klaus Barbie
Où est Klaus Barbie
Où est Klaus Barbie
Il est dans le coeur
Il est dans le coeur
Il est dans le coeur noir
Il est dans le coeur

Où est Klaus Barbie
Où est Klaus Barbie
Où est Klaus Barbie
Il est dans le coeur
Il est dans le coeur noir
Il est dans le coeur

Liberté
C'est un rêve...

Où est Klaus Barbie

Carousel

She came to me
Whilst times were low
And smiled at me
Through eyes of stone
We danced and laughed
It's all so cold
Like wingless insects
Born to crawl

We climbed in vain
Destined to fall
Into graves
A broken soul
Now nothing's left
Except my hate
Oh which I leave
To one and all

Crush my love

A broken dream
Hangs over life
I feel no pain
I feel nothing

Like wmpty shells
Like coffins
Dead
Just emptiness
Just emptiness

Judas

Foretold

And in dark rooms
The old man looks
Looks through his tired eyes
At faint faces
Of twisted lives
Lives of lies

In the stillness
There she lies
As the pain flame
Drains away
She grows younger
In child like eyes

And tears mirror
All things good
And in blood flows
All things bad

Leper Lord

There he stood
At the edge of the world
Snatching
The sun from the sky

Oh, leper lord
My leper lord
Make the angels cry

The black clouds melts
As eagles stalk
Tearing
To bits the lie

Oh, leper lord
My leper lord
Make the angels cry

Rain of despair

These things you see
All mean nothing
These things you see
All mean nothing
In all your life
There is no worth
All plans you make
Tumble to earth

These things you see
All mean nothing
These things you see
All mean nothing
In all your life
There is no worth
All plans you make
Tumble to earth

 

The Honour Of Silence

He stood like Jesus
He smelt like heaven
His eyes were winter

Our story is
The march of the lonely
The march of the lonely
The march of the lonely

Come to me
In my darkness
My dark hero
My tall stranger
Tears of sweat
Cry from our body
The strength and the cruelty
In your gentle nature

We honour the silence, between
Ourselves
Between ourselves
We honour the silence, between
Ourselves
Between ourselves

She Said Destroy

Into that darkness
Into that darkness
Like jackals howling
Like flowers unfolding

Into that darkness
Into that darkness
The banners in tatters
The virgin is blessed

Into that darkness
Into that darkness
As if seeking there
Hope's bloody prey
The dead dog sinking
Turning and turning

Into that darkness
Into that darkness
The bodies collapsed
Swollen with gas

Into that darkness
Into that darkness
In the hovels and gutters
Her face to the storm

Into that darkness
Into that darkness
Still broken, still bleeding
The crack of the neck
The gut shriek of thunder
The blood call of lightning

She said destroy in black New York...

Into that darkness
Into that darkness
Like jackals howling
Like flowes unfolding

Into that darkness
Into that darkness
The virgin has blessed
The call of the beast

Into that darkness
Into that darkness
As if seeking there
Hope's bloody prey
The dead dog sinking
Turning and turning

She said destroy in black New York...

The calling (mk ii)

Clear your tears
And dry your eyes
We live in fear
And drunken lies
Douse the flames
Of devil dawning
The cold blade falls
On misty morning
And for their sins
We live and die
The angel cowers
In blackened skies
So take my hand and walk again
We'll take a walk through yellow rain

She's calling, just calling...

So now's the time
We hear the calling
While lovers feast
By mirrored pools
A million cries
From shattered faces
We dance in tune
To the pipes of gold

She's calling, just calling...