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

(Quoth the Sky, Act II)

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

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

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