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