Letra The kettle's on Current 93

The kettle's on

Cyprus, Leadenham
Your lock three feet, four feet, eight feet, four
Anyway, have you heard the dust
Scratching your name
Whilst the birds are sweetly singing
Suspect the stars will eat your name
Draw jokes on doom of planets
Whilst the birds are slowly singing
Whilst you shine cats in the snow
Through my window, [?] swirl
And the light is bright
Around the [?]
At the rest of bed they sleep
And the light is bright around their eyes
And they soar on kitten wings
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And their joy is bright light in heart
Did I glimpse, messiah-seeking donkey?
When the knife borne near my heart
Behind polite kindness Cain
Cain whose our jaws
Cain is tonguing our mouth
Our hands stretch linkWith Cain's tendons
And behind the skin covering slow bones
Mask and mark of Abel's brother
By all the rivers we showed [?]
Dust storm and bone storm
Twilit skies
The birds are sadly singing
For hopeless king and hopeless queen
The kettle's on and our work is done
Burn those horsies
And the flaming horsies will flick past your eyes
And fear God in the house of thousand of bones
Which there are thousand witches knows their home
Seven gates and a thousand witches in ever nook
Lay down for your appointed time
And hear the birdsong singing
And see the birds sing
Bring you to me
And sing me your name
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And a thousand witches arise for you in the red house
In the red barn they sing
And the birds are surely singing
In the night the children sing
In the market square a girl is dead
And by the fair the fair boy is dead
And the birds are slowly singing
But my head is writing in me and through me
And in my head the plane is burning
Softly, sweetly sing the birds
There's flame in the trees and fire in the sod