Cold Heaven

Babylon Whores lyrics

Babylon Whores lyrics

"Metatron Lyrics"

Maybe This Time Lyrics
I give you love,you turn away Then wonder why it is nobody ever stays


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
Its 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 dont know
Gimme some Metatron
Given to waning moon
Septuagint whispers of impending doom
Cautes and Cautopates
A shit
She Loves Me Lyrics
creep down to the waterline you're twisting away. the game is over you can't keep t
load of bad ass deities
Wore out my shovel
Burying monsters where they popped up
And its OK
Doesnt matter anyway
For Babalon above
For Babalon below
Gimme some Metatron


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