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