In menstrual night When red is black And Christus crawls From Mary's crack Wrapped in tatters And flailing in mud Child defiled With tears and blood Pigface Christus is born Pigface Christus is born In menstrual night When red is black And darkness crawls Out of the crack Some were born In fields of mourning Some were ripped In fields of rape Some bowed down In echoed splendour All were torn In fields of tears Crushed by church And raped by father Bled by mother Torn and tearing In scarlet playgrounds On iron railways Christ's pale body Crucified Time was Time is Time shall be no more Some with tears And some with laughter Some in sadness All in vain In fields fresh crippled The glint of sickles The scars of sunset The sund of reaping You and I On threshing floors Lost and losing Parched and preying All have numbers None have names Time was Time is Time shall be no more Here open the gates of heaven Here open the gates of hell
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