Babylon Whores - Metatron

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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 witches´ lie
It´s 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 don´t 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 it´s OK
Doesn´t matter anyway
For Babalon above
For Babalon below
Gimme some Metatron

Inne utwory

  • Beyond the sun
  • Hand of glory
  • King fear song for the damned
  • Omega therion
  • Lover under will
  • Errata stigmata
  • Silver apples
  • Radio werewolfs
  • Of blowjobs and cocktails
  • Skeleton farm
  • Hellboy
  • To behold the suns below
  • Enchiridion for a common man
  • Veritas
  • Trismegistos
  • Exit eden
  • Cool
  • Fey
  • Life fades away
  • Losowe utwory

    Life is there

    Where there s life there s dope,
    Where there s life there s dope,
    Where there s life there s dope,
    Where there s life there s dope,

    Where there s life there s dope,
    Where there s life there s dope,
    Where there s life there s dope,
    And what did you expect if not,

    A more...

    Banana split for my baby

    Banana split for my baby
    A glass of plain water for me.
    Banana split for my baby
    A glass of plain water for me.
    Dispenser Man, if you please
    Serve my chick a mess of calories
    Banana split for my baby
    A glass of plain water for me.

    Slip back the lid
    Scoop everything in sight
    Make it a rainbow...

    Gdzie jest ten świat

    W otchłani szarości chcę znaleźć choć raz
    Okruchy nadziei na lepszy czas..
    Pozwólcie mi śnić – nie chcę być sam.
    Z każdą minutą rozbudzam się
    Więc dajcie mi siłę bym wytrwał w mym śnie.
    Los szansę nam dał ostatni raz.

    Ref.
    Gdzie...

    Cruisin

    Can t believe it s almoust saturday night
    sun don t quit, still lokking bright
    ain t nothing more important to me
    than getting ready to hit the streets
    need some time cause i worked all week
    damn i need a change
    need a little peace
    ain t concerned bout...

    As good as it gets

    I walk the streets of loneliness
    To mourn the loss of love’s caress
    So conceited is your apathy
    That crushed the pain inside of me
    Please tell me coz I need to know?
    What it is that makes me love you so?
    Please tell me coz I need to...

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