Feis Mor Tir Na Nog Lyrics

Feis Mor Tir Na Nog lyrics

(Quoth the Sky, Nevermore Act II)

I stood before my reflection
With a
beloved adherent
Waiting beneath the cross for a purpose
To drink my
tepid blood from the chalice
Impart thou in the text of Scourge
And cleft
through the veil of the virgin
Purity is to live
To the highest; and the
highest is unjust

Fantasizing to the third of my gentile sight
In the
gate of the mind appears
And arise with turbulence called I

The
artfullness of the blind Shabbathai
For thee have I worshipped the
Stars
I cried, while you perpetually died
...On top of Black Montanus of
thy Septentrio
Animus of an aged Tetragrammaton
With stains, a lucid
cicatrix of disgrace
With joyful, elated Endeavour
O lilywhite
goat
Frail as a thicket of thorns
With a collar of gold for thy
throat
A crimson bow for thy horns
O lilywhite goat
You made ma
Paganal dreams erroneous