Fantasizing To The Third Of The Pagan Vision Lyrics - Singles - Absu

(Quoth the Sky, Nevermore Act II) 

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 

Fantasizing to the third of my gentile sight 

In the gate of the mind appears 

And arise with turbulence called I 

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