"Chorus" lyrics
Let the Priests of the Raven of dawn, no longer in deadly black, with hoarse note curse the sons of joy
Nor his accepted brethren, whom tyrant, he calls free: lay the bound or build the roof
Nor pale religious letchery call that virginity, that wishes but acts not!
For every thing that lives is Holy
Nor his accepted brethren, whom tyrant, he calls free: lay the bound or build the roof
Nor pale religious letchery call that virginity, that wishes but acts not!
For every thing that lives is Holy
