Pointing Bone - Siouxsie And The Banshees

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 jackals hide

Cool water dies, vile diamond eyes

Silent in flamingo ease

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

In a jaguar skin, blood matted mane

Beacons blaze toward a waning moon

When held on high by the riverside

Like a torn-throat child

In a jackals hide

Cool water dies, vile diamond eyes

The tears of the moon

The sweat of the sun

Sacrificial hearts for a pointing bone