Moonlight, or Other Dreams, or Other Fields Songtext
von Current 93

Caught when I was still a child
By a terrible vision of my Christ
And caught in the throat by your signs and tears and goodbyes

I picked me up and walked too far
With thought of no return
And not to see your face again and drowning all my hopes
And wishing no longer upon stars


Believing no longer in moonlight
Or other dreams, or other fields
Upon all of which we so beautifully play
I saw the waste of all

And so I put away all talk of death′s heads
And the little glimpses of blood-blossomed falls
And all talk of apocalypse

Apocryphon and Apollyon
Abaddon, all abandoned
Then I saw in myself the bowl and a gun
And the glory that was to come