This is my favorite environmental song. It’s also one of my favorite songs, period. It’s by Angels Of Light, which has been Michael Gira’s project since Swans broke up in the 90s. I love Angels of Light for the lightness with which they discuss incredibly dark material, and for how weird they are while still being incredibly listenable. This live version is just Michael Gira.

lyrics after the cut:

Angels of Light: Destroyer

Here she comes dressed in white
Her mouth is filled with flames
Her skin is black, her fingers trace
The diamonds in her veins

Here she comes down from the sun
To wash this country clean
Comes down for us, down from the dust
To murder what remains

Here she comes now dressed in red
To heal this ruined race
I know somewhere, where there’s a god
He’s lying at her feet

And we’ll walk freely through the mountains and the trees
And we’ll breathe deep again where the air is pure and clean
And we will drink freely from the milk of our revenge
And we will break down the prison gates that keep you in

So please show no pity as we come up from the ground
And please remember as you kill us and cut us down
That time will not wash clean the bloody face of history
And someone will breathe here again and they will hate you for what you leave