Babylon Whores Omega Therion
For want of an angel For all the lead that you thought you turned gold There is something you still want to know Il Penseroso led you astray To the woods and the wild The pathless way And you followed the trail that Shelley fared Gazed on dead kings with your sullen despair Even the Dome of the Rock in Blake´s city Bore no trace of St. Augustine And you studied Plotinus Thrice great Trismegistos Knew the reign of Hister and Niebelung Nietzsche, Vril und Gotterdammerung Do you want an angel Heaven clad as the stars fell Do you want an angel Poison of god to make it well For want of an angel For all the blood that you turned into ink You found yourself still searching A heosphoros for a golden dawn A scarlet sunrise for Babalon Someone to stop all the watches now Someone to bring this shithouse down All things must have an end All things to all men Forget the tuesday baby Let it be a doomsday baby Come on and suck a megaton Omega Therion Oh it is time Unbind the lines of horizon Omega Therion Take you away
