Ostia (The Death Of Pasolini) - Lyrics by Coil

There's honey in thehollows
And the countoursof the body
A sluggishgolden river
A sickly golden trickle
A golden, sticky trickle
You can hearthe bones humming
And the carreverses over
The body in the basin
In the shallowsea-plane basin.
And the carreverses over
And his body rolls over
Crushedfrom the shoulder
You can hear the
Bones humming
Singing likea puncture
Killed to keepthe world turning
Throw his bones over
The White Cliffsof Dover
Into the sea
The Sea of Rome
And the bloodstainedcoast
Of Ostia
Leon like a lion
Sleeping inthe sunshine.
Lion lies down."
Out of the strong
Came forth sweetness."
Throw his bones over
The White Cliffsof Dover
And murder me
In Ostia.
The Sea of Rome.
You can hear hisbones humming.
Throw his bones over
The White Cliffsof Dover
And into the sea
The Sea of Rome
Then murder me,
In Ostia.