Текст песни Absu - Fantasizing To The Third Of The Pagan Vi
Absu - Fantasizing To The Third Of The Pagan Vi слова песни
(Quoth the Sky, Nevermore Act II)I stood before my reflectionWith a beloved adherentWaiting beneath the cross for a purposeTo drink my tepid blood from the chaliceImpart thou in the text of ScourgeAnd cleft through the veil of the virginPurity is to liveTo the highest; and the highest is unjustFantasizing to the third of my gentile sightIn the gate of the mind appearsAnd arise with turbulence called IThe artfullness of the blind ShabbathaiFor thee have I worshipped the StarsI cried, while you perpetually died...On top of Black Montanus of thy SeptentrioAnimus of an aged TetragrammatonWith stains, a lucid cicatrix of disgraceWith joyful, elated EndeavourO lilywhite goatFrail as a thicket of thornsWith a collar of gold for thy throatA crimson bow for thy hornsO lilywhite goatYou made ma Paganal dreams erroneous