storm and fly Fare thee well now Let your life proceed by it's own design Nothing to tell now Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine Fare thee
, the power of the blacks refined (Raining) Divine Waiting on these raw teats takes too long It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee
in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a fish on a hook Like a knight from an old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee
with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me. But I swear by this song And by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee.
beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out to me But I swear by this song And by all that I have done wrong I'll make it all up to thee
with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me But I swear by this song And by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee
Also applies to the one with six sides Against the sun and against the moon I warn you that these two combined will be man's doom Of ten horns and seven
The sea beasts scull the waters Feeling fear for thee The hawks that tamed the skies Wish you so well to be. A Foal in the fields With the bless
, and go with me Ah, my love, I greet thee Take you down to Tennessee Meet you by and by Don't you hear them hollerin' now Ah, my love, I need thee Ain
my ribbons for thee If I've been unkind Please just let it go by If I've been untrue It was never to you Like a baby, stillborn Like a beast with his horn
Farewell to Prince's Landing Stage River Mersey, fare thee well I am bound for California A place I know right well So fare thee well, my own true love
new, being told what to do because the platinum hits dont mean it wack read shits no need to throw fits just look back in the blitz-and-which-we-could-lock-horns
horn, I have torn everyone who's reached out to me. But I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong, I will make it all up to thee. I saw
no key, The door of dreams whereby men come to thee. Shepherd of goats, oh answer unto me, In the summerlands is where we shall meet thee.
the power of the blacks refined (Raining) devine Waiting on these raw teats takes too long It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee
EN I And building the fire therein Calling GBL when I dost After his manner and form Then, may I rise thine Dagger Summoning the assistance of NINKHARSAG The horned
of clay are heaped upon the Altar To the Land of Queen ERESHKIGAL, where sleeps the dread CTHULHU, I set forth! NINNGHIZHIDDA! Serpent of the Deep! NINNGHIZHIDDA! Horned
tides of the sea so black and invincible that no boat had come across, the lightless abyss with a burning ground. I kneel before your feet, horned master