Metatron
(Indisponível)
Given to crescent moon / Chaldean echoes of spectral gloom / Like a pen pal of
the gods / No horns no reply
Flowers of sorcery / Like pearls before the swine / Defying space and time /
Sez the pineal gland of mine
Like,
Given to dreaming witches' lie / It's sweet to close your weary eyes / Given
to pentacles and more / Drunk with the blood of the whore
Gimme some Metatron / Damn my immortal soul / But show me something that
I don't know / Gimme some Metatron
Given to waning moon / Septuagint whispers of impending doom / Cautes and
Cautopates / A shit load of bad ass deities / Wore out my shovel / Burying
monsters where they popped up / And it's OK / Doesn't matter anyway
For Babalon above / For Babalon below
Gimme some Metatron
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