St. Peters 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