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Drawing down the Moon
03:17
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The earth, the air, the fire, the water…return
Hecate, Demeter, Ophiuchus…Madonna
The earth, the air, the fire, the water…return
Hecate, Demeter, Ophiuchus…Morgana
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Blood on Old Decorum
03:50
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Upon the sun
Galloping North
Eyes widened
Hair golden…blowing upon the winds…
Upon her heels
Rising West
There, Death is born
A scythe tearing through the never…
Woeful child, midnight
All is lonely darkness
Swallowing a star
Breaking every promise
Winking…Sun
Drowned in moonlight
Blood on old decorum
Risen goat…horns playful
New dawn shall come once more
Tis an age old song…
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Lust
03:33
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I slit you down the wrists
Euphoric little bliss
A tender butterfly's kiss
Dagger that bleeds so hollow
The flesh is filled with doubt
Angelic whispers, garden's mouth
A serpent's molting skin
In the forests, hear a whistle
Cold earth…
Ribbons tied around thy tongue…
Bleed you…
I slit you down the wrists
Euphoric little bliss
A tender butterfly's kiss
Dagger that bleeds so hollow
Cherubs chatter…
Lust on man
Let the darkness
Hold you in…sleep my friend…sleep…
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4. |
7
04:02
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Scythe scraping across the moon
Something wicked spills its cup
Golden chalice filling up
Snuff the wick and drink the wine
I don't care what's now divine
All is shadow in the mind
Nerves devoured by earth and root
Everything you say is mute
7, 7, 7
Scythe scraping across the moon
Something wicked spills its cup
Golden chalice filling up
Snuff the wick and drink the wine
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth
The devil hiding in the pale blue
A crown is stripping from its glue
That head will roll…that much is true…
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Goat Stigmata
04:45
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Hands folding round a candle, black
O', fire white, whispers at last
You told me that my heart was gone
Still freezing cold and bleating on
Come to the liar
Come to the shame
Come to darkest filth and the pain
Come to the dyer
Come to the wane
Come to the one who will taketh your name
O', drag you down into the night
A sickle draining you of light
O', lightning reigns
Fallen to branches, draping
Faeries unwanted
I'll show you everything…
Come children, come…
To a world that's all forgotten
O', take my hand
Come drinketh of the moon…
Stigmata…eyes beaming…
Bells jingle. . .rising…rising. . . .
Flesh upon night
Whirling round!
Laughter! Scent of sweat!
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