11 Moustachioed Daughters.
Running in a field of fat.
the full moon gleams the mandrakes scream pleases come to our sabat.
the changing children shiver round the fire there mothers dance.
Strangely painted faces that smile but never laugh.
the boson seeks it victims, swings broken in his cage
his hands cut down to make a crown to where as a homege.
round and round the magic things our fingers fastly rush
and wolf like things and toads with wings whisper wetly "come with us"
fresh plucked eye of a faveourate cat, pulped and mixed with white hens fat lachwins wing and a lions roar
and belladonna to make your eyes
Like,A,Beast
to annoint the body and make it shine
to drink and make thyself divine
to choose another form and make it thine
anull the tube of blasphemy
and fill the fetted air
with ancient lies
and leaperous cries
this night he will be there
a madness has the mouthsgate wide
as one they sway and moan
and every bruitish face is turned
to see our good kings throan
worship for satan hehe
Running in a field of fat.
the full moon gleams the mandrakes scream pleases come to our sabat.
the changing children shiver round the fire there mothers dance.
Strangely painted faces that smile but never laugh.
the boson seeks it victims, swings broken in his cage
his hands cut down to make a crown to where as a homege.
round and round the magic things our fingers fastly rush
and wolf like things and toads with wings whisper wetly "come with us"
fresh plucked eye of a faveourate cat, pulped and mixed with white hens fat lachwins wing and a lions roar
and belladonna to make your eyes
Like,A,Beast
to annoint the body and make it shine
to drink and make thyself divine
to choose another form and make it thine
anull the tube of blasphemy
and fill the fetted air
with ancient lies
and leaperous cries
this night he will be there
a madness has the mouthsgate wide
as one they sway and moan
and every bruitish face is turned
to see our good kings throan
worship for satan hehe