see the world revolve Around the crosses tips Fleeing the sun The vulture Swooping down on a carrion Laughing into the nothingness That we flee In mortal fear
Pray tell me / Wise Trevrizent / Are not the good ones all dead / In shallow graves / In distant lands / Banished from castles of the Grail Into the
, blaphemous spells of wrath Demons and werewolves, dance by the fires of sin The woods echo with the virgin's scream I make love with Babylon's whore
moonless nights This for good kings of Argos This for their gold and silk Opium, honey and milk Up on the navel of the world Beneath the Mother of Serpents The fear