Current 93 Beausoleil

(monstrum in fronte, monstrum in animo

process, process, slum full of fun!)

Beausoleil, soleil soleil soleil soleil

Beausoleil, reaping Nirvana in a desert land

Beausoleil, Thine anger rising like a scorpion

Beausoleil, dune buggy baby on a fairground slide

Beausoleil, the taste of honey and the swirl of lies

Beausoleil, jackbooting wide-eyed in the widest pit

Beausoleil, looking at smiles and seeing only grins

Beausoleil, did dead Gods smell the dog's blood rose

Beausoleil, now all Thine summers turn to menstrual winters

Beausoleil, kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill killy kill

Beausoleil, did dog's blood rise when the dead Gods died

Beausoleil, beautiful sunshine whose shadows hides

Beausoleil, white brothers planting burning crosses

Beausoleil, the sharpest flavour is the one that stains

Beausoleil, when dog's blood rises does it also dance

Beausoleil, grey benediction of the Final Church

Beausoleil, it's just your habit of culling time

Beausoleil, a Death in June under a menstrual moon

Beausoleil, Scorpio rising but the Light Bearer falls

Beausoleil, the squeky laughter of a giddy world

Beausoleil, still waving black flags from a stubble field

Beausoleil, a maltese cross is pierced by the Blood of Christ

Beausoleil, hiding from cancer crabs and cracking jokes

Beausoleil, arson archbishop makes the deserts burn

Beausoleil, the dead are grateful -- all you need is love

Beausoleil, fat Buddhas smiling with the widest grin

Beausoleil, candy floss surgeon with the golden hair

Beausoleil, a brand new Process for a brand new age

Beausoleil, a black Messiah wearing buckskin boots

Beausoleil, assassin creepy-crawls through Hebron's Vale

Beausoleil, there's no business like the devil's business

Beausoleil, another martyr for the Noddy Apocalypse

Beausoleil, que sera, sera

Beausoleil, we want to sink into the deepest basin

Beausoleil, fils de perdition, Luciferens

Beausoleil, seven and seven is the hidden key

Beausoleil, a train to Clarkesville in the menstrual night

Beausoleil, Dsineyland darknes with your Armageddon smile

Beausoleil, sangs rGyas chos dang tsogs kyi mChog rNams la

Beausoleil, you hide your candle on Golgotha's hill