Metatron lyrics
Song information
Artist: Babylon Whores Album: Cold Heaven
Lyrics
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
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
"Cold Heaven" album track list
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