Flesh Of The Gods
Hal David, Burt F. Bacharach
The black earth luxurance
Is the food of the mind
In the alchemical lab of the nature
Is the true tunnel of Set
The serpent coil, out of earth
And offer fruit of knowledge
Eat it and become like God
And enter the astral skies
There is a secret network of below
Here in the tunnel the flesh of Gods grow
The Gods of the earth of mind from the stars
Eat the flesh of Gods and become one of them
Revive the old sacrament from the days of paganism
That open the third eye and eneter astral skies
Falling down stardust into planet pores
Embryo of Godhead is i this spores
Enter dreamtime, the continuum of space
The gate of time
Is what you can reach
Flesh of the Gods will fertilize the mind
The fruits of Gods id what you will eat