For want of an angel
   For all the lead that you thought you turned gold
   There is something you still want to know
   Il Penseroso led you astray
   To the woods and the wild
   The pathless way
   And you followed the trail that Shelley fared
   Gazed on dead kings with your sullen despair
   Even the Dome of the Rock in Blake´s city
   Bore no trace of St. Augustine
   And you studied Plotinus
   Thrice great Trismegistos
   Knew the reign of Hister and Niebelung
   Nietzsche, Vril und Gotterdammerung
   Do you want an angel
   Heaven clad as the stars fell
   Do you want an angel
   Poison of god to make it well
   For want of an angel
   For all the blood that you turned into ink
   You found yourself still searching
   A heosphoros for a golden dawn
   A scarlet sunrise for Babalon
   Someone to stop all the watches now
   Someone to bring this shithouse down
   All things must have an end
   All things to all men
   Forget the tuesday baby
   Let it be a doomsday baby
   Come on and suck a megaton
   Omega Therion
   Oh it is time
   Unbind the lines of horizon
   Omega Therion
   Take you away