Luyện nghe bài hát Fantasizing To The Third Of The Pagan Vision

(Quoth the Sky, Act II)

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

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

The artfullness of the Shabbathai
For have I worshipped the Stars
I cried, while you perpetually
...On top of Black of thy Septentrio
Animus of an aged
With stains, a lucid of disgrace
With joyful, Endeavour
O goat
Frail as a thicket of
With a collar of gold for thy
A crimson bow for thy
O goat
You made ma Paganal dreams