Lyrics - Omega Therion by Babylon Whores

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

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