The Chant of the Owl

I saw the bitch dressed as lamb
Listen as i speak under your skin white as the moon
Do you know this feeling?
The ring of fire is drawn beneath our feet
The Archangel will not bother to
We don’t grant His presence here
In the war between sex and magic
The Winged Goddess called my name
There will be the cockcrow wake you up in the morning
Laying your feet on the lines of fire
Sucks the smell of vehemence
The return call you and there is no unguent or talisman
At the singing of the owl bow down naked
I saw the bitch dressed as lamb
The singing of the owl stripped and follow me
The eternal silence will be consumed by your pleasure
Moans as prayers enchanted

Burn your tears under the excitation
They are the arcane, the messenger, I am the truth
At the singing of the owl bow down naked
I saw the bitch dressed as lamb
The singing of the owl stripped and follow me
It isn’t a dead poem
The red ink will mark your skin
Feel my hand and my essence
At the singing of the owl bow down naked
I saw the bitch dressed as lamb
The singing of the owl stripped and follow me