Death In June ‎– Black Whole Of Love (Mixes: Love)
Label: New European Recordings ‎– BAD VC 39

Leopard Flowers 0:00
Luther's Army 4:03
God's Golden Sperm 8:10
Accidental Protégé 12:27
Omen-Filled Season 16:59

Format:
Vinyl, 7", 45 RPM
Vinyl, 10", 33 ⅓ RPM
Vinyl, 12", 45 RPM
CD, Maxi-Single
Box Set, Limited Edition
Country: UK
Released: 1995
Genre: Electronic, Rock
Style: Industrial, Experimental, Neofolk
https://www.discogs.com/Death-In-June...
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Leopard Flowers

Lay only leopard flowers upon my path
Lined by the drummers and scent of Aragon
Faith is difficult and nurture is all?
Signed on the path from Aragon

Like an ideal falling, tumbling to earth
Its wings broken so like wisdom
Grey steel holes
Open behind me
Dark pink scars
Run along beside me

Endless pointless
Gaping chasm
Ill-chosen, disappointing
With little meaning
Snow-white ferocity
Your image did deceive me

Like an ideal falling, tumbling to earth
Its wings broken so like wisdom
Grey steel holes
Open behind me
Dark pink scars
Run along beside me
Lay only leopard flowers upon my path
Lined by the drummers and spears of Aragon
Faith is difficult and nurture is all?
Signed on my path from arrogance

Lay only leopard flowers upon my path
Lined by the drummers and scent of Aragon
Faith is difficult and murder them all
Signed on the path from Aragon
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Luther's Army

Like Luther's army
And Abel's brother
I woke to find
Only to smother
An angel fat at
Satan's feast
Where falsehood, childhood
And loneliness ceased

Delicate like grief
I am rapist, well-healed
Double the echo of silence
Like a dusty dead rose
Contaminate with neglect
Every little heart
Should end up broken
And shrouded by fog

Like Luther's army
And Abel's brother
I woke to find
Only to smother
An angel fat
At Satan's feast
Where falsehood, childhood
And loneliness ceased
Asleep in
The stumble of autumn
The pain was Calvary
Our living on
Empty!
The dead of it -
The dread of it!

Like Luther's army
And Abel's brother
I woke to find
Only to smother
An angel fat at
Satan's feast
Where falsehood, childhood
And loneliness ceased
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God’s Golden Sperm

Paranoia is an icy start
But a start, nonetheless
A convenient memory
Is a gift from God
A gift from life
And sodomy
The domination of lies
Break and brand all
Secret dreams
Divine god like - gold like -
Sperm like
We gather, we sow
We scheme
And phrase for us
Near certainty
The siren voids
All fool's destiny
The death will seal
Their prince liberty
Courting sudden endless
Earthless, vacancy
The domination of lies
Break and brand all
Secret dreams
Divine god like - gold like -
Sperm like
We gather, we sow
We scheme
Paranoia is an icy start
But a start, nonetheless
A convenient memory
Is a gift from God
Bereft of life
And sodomy
The siren voids
Old fool's destiny
The death will seal
Their crown prince liberty
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Accidental Protégé

When You Prey in Silence
And See Our Jesus Stagger
Awake! and Take a Perfumed Candle
And Use Life Like a Dagger

I'm Your Accidental Protégé
The Gift, The Blood
The Thrownaway

The Silver Chain Has Broken
Goals and Dreams Fulfill
With Emptiness and Instinct
With Impurity and Will

I'm Your Accidental Protégé
The Grave of Love
The Yesterday

In This My Year of 3 Winters
Where Orchards Fade, Fade and Fall
Like a Loaf of Love's
New Bake
Fallen, Beautiful, Adored

I'm Your Accidental Protégé
The Gift, The Blood
The Thrownaway
I Thought I Found Paradise
But, Paradise Came and Wept
Like The Wind Through The Winter's Woods
It Cowed and Took A Breath

I'm Your Accidental Protégé
The Gift, The Blood
The Yesterday
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Omen-filled Season

To black framed witness
From black framed guilt
A misery of springtime
And a weekend of absolute
I remember
The wilds around me
Whispered "brutality"
The strangest apology of
All

The dragon-faced accolade
Of vigor and hope
With shame and delight
I accept it!
This omen-filled season
Not sudden or rushed
No fear of volunteer
I reject it!

I remember
The wilds around me
Whispered "brutality"
The strangest apology of
All

Evening then
And evening now
The smell of seasoned
Summer brings
Memories of illusions passed
And autumn of funerals
Enough to last