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

(Quoth the Sky, Act II)

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

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

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