Moonlight, You Will Say Current 93

I remember walking in the fields around York
Miserere, oh miserere
I remember sitting in a small room in London
Miserere
And I remember thinking
Miserere, miserere
I was sad
Miserere, miserere
This was the stage of building broken gods
Oh miserere
Miserere
This was the stage of reading the black books
Miserere, miserere
And possibly I rented my soul
Possibly, oh, but anyway
Miserere, miserere
Miserere, miserere
Loss
Loss
And if so, I ask for pardon
And if not, I ask for pardon, anyway

(I have seen this world as a great howl of pain
I have seen this world as a great ocean of blood
I have seen this world as the acme of suffering
I have seen this world as the great disappointment
I have seen this world as the great zero gape
In which all our hopes flicker out
Goodbye they say as they go
Goodbye they cry
Loss flies)