Given to crescent moon / Chaldean echoes of spectral gloom / Like a pen pal of
the gods / No horns no reply


Flowers of sorcery / Like pearls before the swine / Defying space and time /
Sez the pineal gland of mine


Like,

Given to dreaming witches' lie / It's sweet to close your weary eyes / Given

to pentacles and more / Drunk with the blood of the !@^%

Gimme some Metatron / Damn my immortal soul / But show me something that

I don't know / Gimme some Metatron

Given to waning moon / Septuagint whispers of impending doom / Cautes and

Cautopates / A %#@! load of bad $$# deities / Wore out my shovel / Burying
monsters where they popped up / And it's OK / Doesn't matter anyway


For Babalon above / For Babalon below

Gimme some Metatron