Fantasizing To The Third Of The Pagan Vision (Quoth The Sky Nevermore)

歌词
I stood before my reflection
With a beloved adherent
Waiting beneath the cross for a purpose
To drink my tepid blood from the chalice
Impart thou in the text of
Scourge And cleft through the veil of the virgin
Purity is to live
To the highest; and the highest is unjust [chorus:]
Fantasizing to the third of my gentile sight
In the gate of the mind appears
And arise with turbulence called
I [repeat chorus:]
The artfullness of the blind
Shabbathai
For thee have
I worshipped the
Stars I cried, while you perpetually died ...
On top of
Black Montanus of thy
Septentrio
Animus of an aged
Tetragrammaton
With stains, a lucid cicatrix of disgrace
With joyful, elated
Endeavour
O lilywhite goat
Frail as a thicket of thorns
With a collar of gold for thy throat
A crimson bow for thy horns
O lilywhite goat
You made ma
Paganal dreams erroneous
专辑信息
1.An Involution Of Thorns
2.Descent To Acheron (Evolving To The Progression Of Woe)
3.The Thrice Is Greatest To Ninningal
4.An Equinox Of Fathomless Disheartenment
5.Fantasizing To The Third Of The Pagan Vision (Quoth The Sky Nevermore)
6.An Evolution Of Horns
7.The Infinite And Profane Thrones