In dreams of yesterday's psalms
A crucifix stood at the apse,
In shadows divine.
Did your baptismal awakening lapse?
Do you remember, last September?
When you were but a mortal in the flesh
Never giving thought to the perpetual twilight,
Before the lord of darkness, whispered your name.
Take a little flight, take a little flight with me,
Night wings are but a coat of ebony,
So take a little flight with me.
And now your lips of Gabriel's widow,
With a chalice of bitter-taste honey,
Meet me at the gate of everlasting,
With blood on your mind.
When ravens caw I'm at my best
receiving newbies in my coffin chest,
of cozy cold and yesterday's psalms,
gathering at the coven's acropolis.
Take a little flight, take a little flight with me,
Night wings are but a coat of ebony
So take a little flight with me.
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