St. Peter's Keys All Bloody

Current 93

Hello darkness my old friend 
I've come to talk to you again 
Because a vision softly in-creeping 
Crushed my mind while I was sleeping 
And the vision like silent cancers stay 
Through nights and days 
And there was the sound of silence 

And the people bowed and prayed 
To the neon god they made 
And the sign said the words of the prophets 
Are written on the subway walls 
And tenament halls 
And echoed in the sounds of silence