Fantasizing To The Third Of The Pagan Vision (Quoth The Sky, Nevermore Act Ii) - Lyrics - Absu

I stood before my reflection with a beloved adherent waiting beneath the cross for a purpose to drink my tepid blood from the chalice impart thou in the text of scourge and cleft through the veil of the *** purity is to live to the highest; and the highest is unjust [chorus:] fantasizing to the third of my gentile sight in the gate of the mind appears and arise with turbulence called i [repeat chorus:] the artfullness of the blind shabbathai for thee have i worshipped the stars i cried, while you perpetually died ...on top of black montanus of thy septentrio animus of an aged tetragrammaton with stains, a lucid cicatrix of disgrace with joyful, elated endeavour o lilywhite goat frail as a thicket of thorns with a collar of gold for thy throat a crimson bow for thy horns o lilywhite goat you made ma paganal dreams erroneous