Old languages died by night
Yet exist in the pale moonlight
Don't believe in what you hear from strangers
Even if it was written by angels...
Enochian Evangelist
Was there a Devil by your cradle?
Singing you to sleep
Now He stands by your grave
Keeps it open, six feet deep
An altar woman with her loins of lust
The Beast appears, His rod athrust
By far this seems somewhat tragic
Chanting spells from paperback magic
Was there a Devil....
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