The Descent Of Long Satan And Babylon

Long Satan and Babylon are walking
 They're talking of fire and of ice
 Of the silence that stalks in the forest
 And a Christ spun out of the worlds, the worlds
 A Christ spun out of the worlds
 Long Satan and Babylon are moving
 Through a world ripped away from its centre
 They shear through the rushes
 They follow the night, night, night, night
 They follow the night, night, night, night
 They want, want, want, want, want, everything
 Long Satan and Babylon are rushing
 They're hurtling away from the centre of things
 They're running from the inside, inside
 They're running from the inside
 The wind cries through and in them
 Cuts through their emptiness
 Hoof on stone, claw against sun
 Where to look in an unknown, unknown
 Where to look in an unknown
 Where to search in the vast whole
 Piggy-back cross, oh piggy-black cross
 Into the silence, thundering
 As they only hear the silence, the silence
 They only hear the silence
 They do not hear the pain
 But Christ sees everything
 The little children are falling
 They'll topple 'til the end of the world, the world
 They'll topple 'til the end of the world
 Long Satan and Babylon keep running
 Through a universe empty of sound
 Though the world makes dark shadows
 You must look in your heart, in the dark
 You must look in your heart