The Lord of the Flies has risen Beelzebub takes his stand, Leviathan’s Flame is kindled He offers to you his hand And your heart is ravished with his sweet words; The Prince of the Power of the Air releases his …
Blackbird sits in the tree Staring straight back at me. The Backbird just as before Crying the omen “Nermore!” I can feel the tempest rising, Deep inside it grows but I see; So I am free
The fountain of Truth has gone dry The Tree of Eternal Life withers And yet I am nourished by its sweet fruit and What I eat of is what I am, yet the …
Blackbird sits in the tree Staring straight back at me. The Backbird just as before Crying the omen “Nermore!” I can feel the tempest rising, Deep inside it grows but I see; So I am free