| I dreamt I was as cool as flies
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| A telephone ringing in the heart of the moon
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| I dreamt, I tasted a legion of faces
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| Drank valleys dry
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| Picked up strippers in Jericho
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| «Dangerous"cry the ends of the world
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| «Storm alert"over the horizon
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| Heard of Madame Max?
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| Heard of Madame Max?
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| She hides her gargoyle eyes
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| Reflects torture and landslides
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| Her carrion gun is cocked
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| And ready for flight
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| When Baal Storm shudders
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| When Christ returns
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| Megaphone ponies
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| Shall snuff out the dead
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| Snowstorms bawl «Baal Storm»
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| He had the face of flies
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| Flying over Nilus
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| The crocodile river
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| He has the gown
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| That covers the drains
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| His was the breath that unlocked
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| The pentagon, pentacle apocryphal
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| Over the queen
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| Of England’s prostitute crown
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| Winds soar, loose choirs
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| And whoops for massacre
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| «Choirs of peacocks sing
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| Breathe stars and count the dark»
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| Dreamt of mounting dogs
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| Gave birth to jade films
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| The Baal Storm breaks waking
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| And the massacre answered
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| «The Nile is refilled with blood»
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| Mixes harps with gun turrets
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| The cruel head, his cruel scope
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| Delivering saint fire
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| Held the skulls of dogs
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| Or wolves to the storm
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| The Phalanx over the Phoenix
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| Wings beating as if
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| The world was swallowing itself
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| Bred by Baal Storm
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| Crippled comets wake
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| In blasted bedrock
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| Grinning at last
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| The solstice sinks sighing
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| The wheat fails
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| And what remained?
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| A beating heart spinning
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| In the jaws
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| Slavering in-between the teeth
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| Of the storms
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| Baal Storm, dust of days
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| Brays rocks and tragedy
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| First planned in empty time
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| Before the Crown was
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| On the King, before the finger
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| In the ring, sing omega
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| Before the stings arose
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| And clambered in trees
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| The mercy throne in the winds
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| The poor dreamed earthquakes
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| For breakfast boiled cities
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| And laughed, sang mega
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| Held torches and beakers
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| Annulled their watchtowers
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| Revealed their broken faces
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| Knelt sore to the Saw Storm
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| The biter of bodies
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| The kill king, the proud horn
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| Builds ramparts of flame
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| Well are you fucking saved?
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| Or just from above?
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| Baptized with salt?
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| Was God on your tongue
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| Last twilight
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| When the thunder hit
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| And split your mind?
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| Were you cheerfully spying for the guards
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| Who tended your graves?
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| Did you hinder Heaven?
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| Around me now
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| The olive trees sing
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| And I dance narcoleptic
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| In their brush fed the storm
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| Sweet boy, sweet girl, sing omega
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| Covered with silence
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| And covered with stars
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| Sing omega |