Woorden: Babylon Whores. Cold Heaven. Omega Therion.

For want of an angel / For all the lead that you thought you turned gold /
There is something that you still want to know / Il Penseroso led you astray /
To the woods and the wild / The pathless way / And you followed the trail that
Shelley fared / Gazed on dead kings with your sullen despair / Even the dome
of the rock in Blake's city / Bore no trace of St. Augustine

And you studied Plotinus / Thrice great Trismegistos / Knew the reign of Hister
and Niebelung / Nietzsche, Vril und Gotterdammerung

Do you want an angel / Heaven clad as the stars fell / Do you want an angel /
Poison of god to make it well

For want of an angel / For all the blood that you turned into ink / You found
yourself still searching / A Heosphoros for a Golden Dawn / A scarlet sunrise for
Babalon / Someone to stop all the watches now / Someone to bring this
shithouse down / All things must have an end / All things for all men

Oh forget the Tuesday baby / Let it be a doomsday baby / Come on and suck a
megaton /