Lyrics

Between the sunset's bloodstained veil Thy horned prospect reflects on me The he-goat above - The she-goat below Cried through beads of mirrored tears It fills the air ! - It fills the air ! An atmosphere that hath no key I'm disguised by the kindle of night and I can fill your liquid, glass heart Grasp your cold-shaded breath and whisper the sign of the hidded stone I'm in the circle and I am the shell that granted you the horns of All-Begetter A fixed, startless vision and a sullen fabrication cursed the Sun Of which our lustful ways are performed Half of me is all of her Hath no shower; hath no sol Half of me is all of her Hath no shower; hath no sol Half of me is all of her Hath no shower; hath no sol Akhera-goiti Akhera-beiti Fantasies I realized Dance of thorns, I thrive For below the great abyss is a virtue contained in itself "We shall eagerly expect one black opalith for tomorrow."