Pointing Bone Siouxsie and the Banshees

Pointing bone
Pointing bone

From the fury pit
A reek of misery
Like a trumpet groan
Tornado moan
The splendor splits
Like a golden skin
He and the wizards cry
Like humming birds
In treasure glows
Your weeping wings
And a slaughter grins
On a pleasure spike

When held on high by the riverside
Like a torn-throat child in a jackal hide
Cool water dies
Vile diamond eyes

Silent in flamingo ease
Oh, distant in troubled trance
Within a whirlpool
We're breaking our backs
The tears of the moon
The sweat of the sun
Sacrificial hearts
For a pointing bone
With a Gorgon's head
And a cloak of skulls
They're kindling fires
In open wounds
Pointing bone
Pointing bone