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 virgin

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 Mont !@#* 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 Pag!@#^ dreams erroneous