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 witchesґ lie Itґs sweet to close your weary eyes Given to pentacles and more Drunk with the blood of the whore Gimme some Metatron Damn my immortal soul But show me something that I donґt know Gimme some Metatron Given to waning moon Septuagint whispers of impending doom Cautes and Cautopates A shit load of bad ass deities Wore out my shovel Burying monsters where they popped up And itґs OK Doesnґt matter anyway For Babalon above For Babalon below Gimme some Metatron
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