Fantasizing to the Third of the Pagan Vision Lyrics

Song	Fantasizing to the Third of the Pagan Vision
Artist	Absu
Album	Barathrum
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	作曲 : 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

	zuo qu : 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

	zuò qǔ : 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

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