The Lord of the Flies has risen
Beelzebub takes his stand,
Leviathan’s Flame is kindled
He offers to you his hand
And your heart is ravished with his sweet words;
The Prince of the Power of the Air releases his …
Blackbird sits in the tree
Staring straight back at me.
The Backbird just as before
Crying the omen “Nermore!”
I can feel the tempest rising,
Deep inside it grows but I see;
So I am free
The fountain of Truth has gone dry
The Tree of Eternal Life withers
And yet I am nourished by its sweet fruit and
What I eat of is what I am, yet the …
Blackbird sits in the tree
Staring straight back at me.
The Backbird just as before
Crying the omen “Nermore!”
I can feel the tempest rising,
Deep inside it grows but I see;
So I am free