Текст песни Angel Corpse - Scapegoat
Angel Corpse - Scapegoat слова песни
[Music:Palubicki][Lyrics:Helmkamp 5/95]I who wait and writhe and wrestleWith air that hath no boughs to nestleMy body weary of empty claspGive me the sign of the Open EyeAnd the token erect of thorny thighAnd the word of madness and mysteryScapegoatI am a manDo as thou wilt as a great god canI am awakeIn the grip of the snakeThe eagle slashes with beak and clawThe gods withdrawThe great beasts comeScapegoatGoat of thy flock I am gold I am godFlesh to thy bone-flower to thy rodThrust the sword through the galling fetterWith hoofs of steel I race on the rocksThrough solstice stubborn to equinoxAll-devourer-all-begetterAnd I raveAnd I rape and I rip and I rendEverlasting-world without endScapegoat[from "Hymn to Pan" by Aleister Crowley]