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