About the spells and rhymes I ask the Fiend About the furtive key to the gates of cognition - Cook a hangman’s tongue and devour it, But first let the sun dusk thrice Anger – flaming furiously inside The heart of a beast Pierced a palace of silence with a scream That is the call of the devil And a thousand of furies come - And spit on the flame of holiness And a thousand of furies come - The lid of hell rises
There, in the circles of impenetrable forests And above the fog which shapes this form In the middle of a glade he proudly stands A stone phallus – an obelisk of the worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
