The twisted wings and clouds unfold
And the greatgape of He who fell
Makes darkened shadows over pointed spires
Little children point and sing
And little children run and dance
Over there the setting sun
Over there the setting sun
Lucifer over London
Lucifer over London
And under that the silent stars
And under they the weeping sky
And under Her the laughing world
(Balance sits in western parts
And piles spare Spares in his gabled room)
Lucifer over London
Lucifer over London
Great Anarch and Monarch of Not
The Flight of Lucifer over London
And my little grandson
Wrinkled son forehead
All tiny blue pain
As the Mother Blood emerges
Then the Mother Grief
And the Blue Gates of Death
Open armwide
Open teethwide
Lucifer over London
Lucifer over London
All dead like the leaves
Old times shiver
Old dead calendar
Past blurred sunsets
Cinders flying in His heart His heart
His fingers punch holes in the sky
And all the little Christs I count
Lucifer over London
Lucifer over London
Lucifer over London
Lucifer over London
All the little Christs I call
Laughing through the green green fields
Some of these angels have the face of God
Some of them the face of dogs
Lucifer over London
Lucifer over London
(By the Tower of Moad - see the sky's Greenangel form)
And Lucifer flickers all around me
His hooded eyes alight
Lucifer over London
Lucifer over London
In the smoky musk
Look into Him just a little longer
See the true face of the Moon
So He wheels there through the heavens
His eyes as dotted brightlights
Licked with dust
Lucifer over London
Lucifer over London
A golden seabird
Halfdead with spray
His banners are broken flags in the wind
Devouring life he breaks at walls
Lucifer over London
Lucifer over London
Devouring life
The glint of dead fruits glint
And then the Moon...
And then the Moon...
And then the Moon...
(Sixsixsix
It makes us sick
We're sicksicksick
Of 666)