Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom?
Have you been borne yet & are you alive?
Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war
We need great golden copulations
Fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea
Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals
That fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by TV?
The moon is a dry blood beast
Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine
Amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying
Oh, great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives
The moths and atheists are doubly divine and dying
We live, we die and death not ends it
Journey we more into the Nightmare
Cling to life our passion flower
Cling to cunts and cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clap
Columbus' groin got filled green death
I touched her thigh and death smiled
We have assembled inside this ancient in insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life, flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
The barns are stormed, the windows kept
And only one of all the rest to dance and save us the divine mockery of words
Music inflames temperament
When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free a 1000 magicians arise in the land
Where are the feasts we were promised?
Where is the wine, the New Wine?
Dying on the vine
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