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In The Belly Of The Wind
04:53
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In the troubled heart of primordial flood
A serpent swallowed its tail
And a crippled soul was sweated out
With ungraceful black wings
Haunted by the the impending fall
She flew down below
To face the the cleansing torment
That grants thy spirit to grow
(She wailed…)
Oh cleansing pain and torment
Why can't I be light
Oh cleansing pain and torment
I'm celestial dark
In chaos she found her gold
And took it to the centre of the sun
There in the pitch-black heat she found her fire
And walked it to the soil
Then she went to the belly of the wind
To find herself
And in the eye of all tears
She was right there
(She sang…)
“In the eye of tears and torment
I found my home
In the eye of tears and torment
I seized my throne”
In between dead past and unborn future
She has found a moment to be pure
And on that wretched moonless night
She has married the shadow of her light.
Union of opposites
Sum total of the universe
Chaos! Babalon!
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Conceived on the night side of magic
Woesome mother of all things tragic
Lifelong servant of wickedness
Embodiment of wistfulness.
Came as our collective madness
A midnight pariah, blackened messiah
She Is the knife frayed hearts need
They go dry unless they bleed.
She’s bringing tears to our drought lands
She knows no malevolence
She loves us and she understands;
Misery is mankind's quintessence.
Through our prayers - I will last
In every teardrop - I will last
As the black stain on my heart - I will last
Oh yes, sadness will last forever.
But we became the knife and learnt to be dire
Now we can keep each other’s hell on fire.
Her work is done so she kills her heart
In sacred suicide she depart
Returns to the land of shadows
For all mankind, as she knows;
Man only appreciates whats gone
Looking backwards to look upon.
Man only worships the dead
And only through worship her work will spread.
So tonight she becomes the past
In serene darkness she will last forever.
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A Grimoir
06:03
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Love is The Law, Love Under will.
Every man and woman is a star.
Glory to Thee from Gilded Tomb!
Glory to Thee from Waiting Womb!
Glory to Thee from earth unploughed!
Glory to Thee from virgin vowed!
Glory and Worship unto Thee,
Sap of the world-ash, wonder-tree!
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