Metatron Lyrics by Babylon Whores

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