Текст песни: Shackled with Candy to a Bladeless Plough + перевод

A frenzied slapping sound

The hagfish at my door

Holy bells ringing out

They’re cashing up the stores

A black horse in the sky

Of screaming winding hair

A plague burns down my house

The embers ash the air

And all my howls of sin

Echo in my begging bowl

Lapped at by hungry bombs

Staggering like newborn foals

Walked by a wax-faced man

Patting me on the head

«And there’s a good boy, now

It’s either us or them»

I hath becometh death

Re-re-reblogger of worlds

A martyr waving his own piked head

With its tongue unfurled

Upon this groov’d shell

The shallac needle sings

Infrared nimbuses

Halo mine weeping rings

I disown gravity

All books art twigs in snow

There is nothing above

But far too much below

And when you mind your mouth

That’s when you take the piss

I know I ask too much

There must be less than this

I explain to the fool

Staring up into the sky

The refraction of light

Through rain that tricks the eye

But he just stood there, dumb

Too stupid to understand

And raised his eyes and wept

Smiling up with trembling hands

The gilded lunatics

The weekend psychopaths

The pious heretics

The wikipolymaths

And as I tread my shit

Through the hallways of the home

I plough a ditch for it

The scraping groove of my millstone

Fill my pockets with rocks

My daydreams full of God

I tread the silt staircase

Down to the temple mount

Golgotha gleams below

Eddying galaxies

Lo, golden supernovas

Cascade through autumn leaves

Lo, my spine art my cross

I’m the dysangelist

And when they spear my side

Flow vinegar, flow piss

The bells started pealing bile

The roof of Hell grows cold

Too long on borrowed time

Schlepping a borrowed soul

Beneath my vestments

A second stirring in my chest

My pectorals soften

Start swelling into breasts

My womb a-moans with teeth

Ovaries are blinking eyes

A tearing paper sound

As petals trickle down my thighs

And lo, I calve myself

Hagfish lick the tegument

The dawn sings like a moth

The fossils bow their heads

And the bacillus choir

Strikes up the dormant refrain:

«God hath returned to us

We hath risen again»

I’ll walk this blistered earth

Picking diamonds from my teeth

I art foolosopher

Fides Carbonar’ri

And blessed are the cursed

And cursed are the blessed

Clots of this crown of earth

Salting Eden in my steps

«Who are these stinking beasts

Yoked to their bladeless plough?

Why do they soil mine air

With howling from such stinking mouths?

Why do they roll their rocks?

Why do they gnash their teeth?

Why do their stomachs bloat

When there’s so many flowers to eat?»

Yea!

I pluck bare mine wings to stuff mine own slothful pillow

Yea!

Mine head floats from mine neck seeking heaven

As I stand upon mine own halo

Yea!

The universe is the omphalos: it is the meat and bone —

I am the space

The great outdoors

The pocket of infinity

Yea!

I am the nightmares of stars:

An anxious squirt from the kidneys of the universe

Yea!

Hell is the searing pain of a needle in the eye of nothingness:

Impulses bloom into nerves

Roiling and writhing limbs

Seventy-two years long, and completely unnecessary

Yea!

Deliver us from comfort

For thine is the cloudburst

The plankton and the chlorophyl

Forever and never

Amen

Перевод песни Shackled with Candy to a Bladeless Plough